human
What's the matter of you, Anny?
gpt
Nothing,
human
Nothing always means something, says Major, as pleasant as pie; and then she scooched down on the floor and pulled my two hands away, and looked me in the face as bright and honest as ever you see a dandelion look out of the grass.
gpt
What is it, Anny? Spit it out, as John Potter says; you'll feel better to free your mind.
human
Well, says I,
gpt
Major, I'm tired of bad luck.
human
Why, Anny! I didn't know as we'd had any. I'm sure, it's three years since father died, and we have had enough to live on all that time, and I've got my schooling, and we are all well; and just look at the apple-trees,--all as pink as your frock with blossoms; that's good for new cloaks next winter, Anny.