human
I guess, he began thoughtfully,
gpt
W-ell, partly, admitted Sam.
human
Anyhow I’m going to call you ’Princess.’
gpt
I don’t care what you call me, cried the little girl, with a smile that brought little sparkles into her eyes and made a dimple play hide-and-seek in either rose-hued cheek. Then turning again to Joe,
human
You’re Quakers, aren’t you?
gpt
Yes, he replied,
human
But you boys don’t talk like Quakers!
gpt
No, we don’t use the plain language any more. You see we have been at school with other boys who didn’t use it, so we got out of the way. Father doesn’t use it to people of the world, either; we only use it at home. We’ve always lived in Ohio. Where did you used to live?
human
Princess
gpt
We really lived in New York, she said.
human
But we traveled about so much I don’t know just where our home really was. You see Papa was a writer—wrote books, you know, and he had to travel about a lot, and Mama and I always went with him. She could never bear to be away from him, and they always took me. We lived in France and Italy and Germany and Russia, and it was awful cold there in Russia, and Papa took sick. He was awfully sick, we thought he was going to die. The doctors sent us back to America, and we came out West for his health. We got a wagon and team in Chicago and were on our way to Colorado. He was better—lots and lots better, and he might have got well, but then—then——
gpt
Oh, broke in Lige, who could not bear to see the clouds obscure the sunshine of the past few minutes,
human
What kind of adventures?
gpt
O Jerusalem, all kinds of ’em! cried the delighted Lige, fairly swelling with importance.
human
We got into a flood an’ nearly lost our wagon, and coyotes got after the horses, and little David got lost an’ fell into the river, an’—an’—oh, all kinds of things!
gpt
Tell me about them,