human
SIGRID, Sigrid, hurry and get your skates. The ice is at last safe, and mother says that we may go to the park with Miss Eklund, this afternoon.
gpt
Oh! cried the little girl as she quickly slipped out of her seat at the long table,
human
I am so glad, for I thought I should never have a chance to wear the new skates that father gave me on my birthday.