human
The cross, cantankerous, sharp-nosed old thing! muttered Pet, at last, getting tired of this unprofitable occupation.
gpt
The stingy old miser! to sit there sulking because I ate the only thing fit to eat on the table. I declare! if I haven't a good mind to come every day and do the same, just for her ugliness! Oh, yaw-w-w! how sleepy I am! I guess I've done all the mischief I can do, just now, so I'll go to sleep. I'd go home, only I said I wouldn't go till dark, and I won't, either! So, now, Pet, child, you drop into the 'arms of Murphy,' as Ranty says, as fast as you like.