human
Sit there in the father's chair, she commanded.
gpt
I niver thought to be puttin' wan of my b'ys there for foightin', but foightin's the thing sometimes.
human
They'll be spoilin' little Jim, so they will, said the widow as she read with glistening eyes. Then she rose to put the paper carefully away among the few family treasures, and set about making little Jim a wonderful pudding. If he were to be spoiled she might as well have a hand in it.
gpt
Though maybe he won't be nayther, she said.
human
Him that had that much sinse had ought to have enough to stand praisin'.