human
Father, whispered Sibyl,
gpt
Hush! hush! said Mr. Ogilvie,
human
They're rather sad, aren't they, father? Now I come to think of it, they are very, very sad. I didn't do one right thing to-day 'cept to make myself pretty. Miss Winstead was so angry, and so was nurse, but when I am with them I don't mind a bit being naughty. I wouldn't be a flabby good girl for all the world.
gpt
Oh, Angel, what is to become of you?