human
You oughtn't to sit that way--ask mamma. You ought to sit side-saddle. Only boys sit like that.
gpt
I don't care! retorted Miss Everard, rocking more violently than ever.
human
I'll sit whatever way I like! Let me alone!
gpt
Her father's daughter, surely! bent on having her own way. What a fairy it is! and yet such a perfect picture of health.
human
Mabel was never ill an hour in her life, I believe, said her father;
gpt
And I fear if she were not, I should do it. Ah! I expect she will be a great comfort to me, and a world of good to Rupert. He has never had a playmate of his own years, and children need children as much as they need sunshine.