human
Poor little Prue! said Wythie.
gpt
And you were all alone to bear it. Poor, pretty little Prudy!
human
Now, doen't, doen't, my dear, she said, in the words of Ham Pegotty.
gpt
It's a blow that knocked me down for a minute, but I'm not going to lie prostrate long. We'll clear off the mortgage--Patergrey, the machine, and I--in a twinkling, and the little grey house shall be Greyer than ever.
human
There are those poor children upstairs alone; we must go comfort them, Sylvester.