human
Mary Rose, she said crossly. Even Mary Rose could see that she was not pleased with something.
gpt
I don't feel like painting today. It's too warm or something. If I could find a little girl about, she looked critically at Mary Rose,
human
Oh! Mary Rose forgot that she was posing and dropped both jam jars. She almost dropped Jenny Lind, too. She remembered Aunt Kate's request as she clung to the cage.
gpt
Would one going on fourteen be too old? Her voice trembled and her heart beat fast for fear Miss Thorley would say that was far too old.
human
If she should be a long, long time, perhaps three years, before she got to fourteen?
gpt
Well, she said at last very slowly,
human
You're an angel, she exclaimed fervently,