human
All Fortune's buffets he can surely pardon her, Who claims as guest our courteous Market Gardener.
gpt
Still happier he, who meets three Puddin'-owners, Whose Puddin' is the equal of its donors.
human
This is what I call satisfactory, said Bill, as they sat at breakfast next morning.
gpt
It's a great relief to the mind to know that them puddin'-thieves is sufferin' the agonies of remorse, and that our Puddin' is safe from bein' stolen every ten minutes.
human
You're a bun-headed old optimist, said the Puddin' rudely.
gpt
Puddin'-thieves never suffer from remorse. They only suffer from blighted hopes and suppressed activity.
human
Have you no trust in human nature, Albert? asked Bill, sternly.
gpt
Don't you know that nothin' gives a man greater remorse than havin' his face punched, his toes trod on, and eggs rubbed in his hair?
human
I have grave doubts myself, said Bunyip Bluegum,