human
Have you been to the Young Men's Class this afternoon,
gpt
Nay.
human
Why?
gpt
It's noan in my line, replied Tom.
human
That kind of thing'll do for kids, but when people get grown up they want something better.
gpt
Better and cleverer people than you, Tom, don't give it up,
human
Doin' vary weel --one who with good luck would in about ten years' time
gpt
Alice was his only daughter. He had never allowed her to go to the mill, but had sent her to a fairly good school until she was sixteen years of age, since which time she had stayed at home with her mother, and assisted her in the house work. Alice had continued her education, however. She had a natural gift for music and possessed a fine contralto voice. She had quite a local reputation as a pianist and was constantly in demand to sing at concerts. She was more than ordinarily intelligent too, and was a lover of good books. Added to this she attended classes in the town for French and German; and had on more than one occasion been invited to the houses of big manufacturers. That was why people wondered at her walking out with Tom Pollard. He, although looked upon as a sharp lad, was not, as was generally agreed,