human
If that hussy, muttered Jo,
gpt
Then a light broke upon Jo’s face. From trifles, often, our lives are turned into new channels.
human
I declare, I’ll have her anyway! I’ll live from now on like folks.
gpt
Chicken twice a week, hereafter, and no getting up before daybreak.
human
Nick, the little red cow is about to calve. What do you think of that?