human
Who was the pale face?
gpt
A life insurance agent.
human
I thought it was a book-peddler.
gpt
Why is my brother's heart sore against the book-peddler?
human
Because, said the Boy Chief, fiercely,
gpt
I am again without my regular dime novel, and I thought he might have one in his pack. Hear me, Mushymush; the United States mails no longer bring me my 'Young America,' or my 'Boys' and Girls' Weekly.' I find it impossible, even with my fastest scouts, to keep up with the rear of General Howard, and replenish my literature from the sutler's wagon. Without a dime novel or a 'Young America,' how am I to keep up this Injin business?
human
My brother has spoken. It is well. He shall have his dime novel. He shall know what kind of a hair-pin his sister Mushymush is.
gpt
The Boy Marauder,
human
Three pale-faced children, she gasped,
gpt
Noble girl! said the Boy Chief, gazing proudly on her prostrate form;
human
Pigeon Feet
gpt
Shine your boots, sir?