human
I can spare one _Child's Garden of Verses_, she mused,
gpt
She sat up in bed and tossed her thick braids back.
human
I wonder if I ought? Or even if I could? Out of bed she slipped, and crossed the room to the bookcases. Opening one, she ran her finger-tips tenderly along the stout backs of a row of dark red volumes.
gpt
My very own _Wide-Awakes_! What a storehouse they would be for the little folk! They needn't be allowed to circulate, so they'd not wear out badly. They could just come in and read them there. I was going to give them my little rocking-chair, anyhow. O, dear! I'm afraid I'm really going to let them have you, you dear, dear books. It would be selfish to keep you up here all the time, when I almost never open you. Nobody shall have this one, though, with Hannah's letter in it.