human
Nothing, dear,
gpt
You look as if something worried you, said she. She had been taking a little evening toddle on her tiny, slippered feet out in the old-fashioned flower-garden beside the house, and she had a little bunch of sweet herbs, which she dearly loved, in her hand. She fastened a sprig of thyme in his coat as she stood talking to him, and the insistent odor seemed as real as a presence when he breathed.
human
No, mother,
gpt
I'll warrant the poor child is watching for that good-for-nothing scoundrel this minute,