human
Oh! I am _so glad_ to see you once again,
gpt
My sister, my Helen, my own dear pupil, said Arthur Hazleton, and the rich glow of the morning was not deeper nor brighter than the color that mantled his cheek.
human
How well and blooming you look! They told me you were ill and could not be disturbed last night. I did not hope to see you so brilliant in health and spirits. And who crowned you so gayly, the fair queen of the morning?
gpt
I don't know, she cried, taking the chaplet from her head and shaking the dew-drops from its leaves,