human
This, he said simply,
gpt
Why, my dear child.
human
Yes, she _is_ a child, broke in Muriel, eagerly seizing one of Smiles' hands.
gpt
I thought that she was a grown-up woman; but see, she wears her hair down on her neck just like a school girl.
human
A child? Of course she is, echoed Mr. MacDonald in a hearty voice.
gpt
My dear, Donald has told us so much about you that I feel almost as though I had known you all your life. But, he added with little wrinkles forming at the corners of his kindly gray eyes,
human
I would like to have seen you, as my son did first, in that one-piece calico dress. He described the picture that you made very graphically.
gpt
Oh, look, mother. She's going to _smile_. Remember how pretty Uncle Don told us she looked when ...
human
Mileth,