human
These are her drops, said Mrs. Flinders, setting a bottle on the table.
gpt
We're very much obliged to you for taking Polly, Mis' Grey. He's obliged too--I guess he's some ashamed of being so cantankerous to you about the garden truck. If she's troublesome you let me know, an' I'll fetch her back.
human
She will trouble us only by looking pale, said Mrs. Grey.
gpt
If she gets better as fast as we hope to have her she will trouble us no more than a little cricket on our hearth.
human
We shall have to hide Polly from Aunt Azraella, said Wythie, returning from seeing Mrs. Flinders's departure.
gpt
If she disapproved of our extravagance in having a kitten, what will she say to a child in the house?
human
We always have plenty of what we don't want, said Rob.
gpt
We run no risk of impoverishing ourselves in sharing our deprivations with Pollykins.
human
It's a funny little grey house, with all its bothers, said their mother.
gpt
It always seems to be able to bear a bit more--that often cheers me when I think it has almost more than it can bear.
human
We have to go up to the attic, Pollykins, to put away lots and lots of old clothes--the oldest kind of old clothes! said Rob, on her knees before Polly, unbuttoning the child's coat.
gpt
Some day, when it's warmer, or you're strong enough to go where it's cold, I'll show you the funniest old hats and bonnets and dresses you ever saw in all your little life! We don't like to put them away, but we must. Last night we dressed up in them, and danced, and so to-day we have to pay the fiddler--that means we have to pack them all away again, whether we like to or not. You won't mind if you have to stay here alone with Hortense, do you? That's the doll's name. By and by Prudy will come in, and we shall be down soon.
human
I don't mind, Rob, said Polly, eying Hortense longingly.
gpt
I'll play house and rock that dolly. Does she shut her eyes?
human
Yes, indeed; goes to sleep like a good baby whenever she is bidden. Why, you're better already! You didn't feel like playing house when I saw you after dinner, did you?
gpt
I never had such a nice doll,
human
Rob says you're little Polly Flinders who sat among the cinders, but I think she's turned you into a little coal of fire, right out of the cinders. Do you know what that means--to be a coal of fire?