human
A nice li'l thing, wi' a wunnerful curly head--eh, Phoebe? Seems more 'n chance to me, comin' as it have on this night-black day. An' like our li'l angel, tu, in a way?
gpt
Like him--in a way, but more like you, she answered;
human
He be like--very, she admitted.
gpt
I see him strong. An' to think he found the bwoy 'pon that identical spot wheer he fust drawed breath himself!
human
declared Will.
gpt
An' he looked at me kindly fust he seed me; 'twas awnly hunger made un shout--not no fear o' me. My heart warmed to un as I told 'e. An' to come this day!