human
Home again, mother, and hungry for my supper.
gpt
Supper, indeed! Breakin' my heart with your run-about ways! and the hoorican', with ever'thin' ruined, ever'thin'! The master---- Where's he, I know not. The great pine broken like a match; the coops, the cow-house, and Snowfoot---- Ah, me! Yet the little one talks of supper!