human
You talk of marrying him, said she to her mother, quite indignantly, as she was lifted lightly to his knee,
gpt
(These children were not accustomed to say papa and mamma; their mother would allow no such
human
Ay, my little lassie, he promised; I'll bear witness. But make him say it over again now, Jessy. Such as he are only false loons.
gpt
He is not false. He is too bonny to be false,
human
Bonny! cried Mr. Yorke.
gpt
That's the reason that he should be, and proof that he is, a scoundrel.
human
But he looks too sorrowful to be false, here interposed a quiet voice from behind the father's chair.
gpt
If he was always laughing, I should think he forgot promises soon, but Mr. Moore never laughs.
human
Your sentimental buck is the greatest cheat of all, Rose,
gpt
He's not sentimental,
human
How do you know I am not sentimental, Rose?
gpt
Because I heard a lady say you were not.
human
Voilà, qui devient intéressant! exclaimed Mr. Yorke, hitching his chair nearer the fire.
gpt
A lady! That has quite a romantic twang. We must guess who it is.--Rosy, whisper the name low to your father. Don't let _him_ hear.
human
Rose, don't be too forward to talk, here interrupted Mrs. Yorke, in her usual kill-joy fashion,
gpt
Why have we tongues, then? asked Jessy pertly; while Rose only looked at her mother with an expression that seemed to say she should take that maxim in and think it over at her leisure. After two minutes' grave deliberation, she asked,
human
And why especially girls, mother?
gpt
Firstly, because I say so; and secondly, because discretion and reserve are a girl's best wisdom.
human
My dear madam, observed Moore,
gpt
Does it not? asked Jessy.
human
More good than if the rough lads came round you.--You call them rough, mother, yourself.
gpt
Yes, mignonne, a thousand times more good. I have rough lads enough about me all day long, poulet.
human
There are plenty of people, continued she,