human
Poor things!
gpt
You and I alone understand me.
human
What a pretty flower!
gpt
There’s half a crumb left, said Albert, passing the cake-plate to Flossie carefully.
human
We thought we’d better keep it for you, though we don’t reckon to keep anything for little girls that come late.
gpt
Amy, whispered her mother, leaning towards the fat girl.
human
Wouldn’t it be nice of you to give your flower to Flossie?
gpt
I don’t want to,