human
She is pretty, my little one, is she not? says Elsa proudly, as she sees the quiet smile with which her husband watches the child.
gpt
And the doctor thinks I need have no more anxiety about her.
human
Yes, the little rogue is healthy enough, says Erwin, sighing, as he softly leaves the nursery with Elsa.
gpt
I wish I could say the same of her mamma. Poor Elsa, how thin you are.
human
Do I not please you any longer?
gpt
You are not very sensible!
human
Probably not, replies she seriously.
gpt
With such old married people as we are, there can be no more talk of 'pleasing.'
human
Do you think so?
gpt
And if I should have small-pox, would it make any difference to you?
human
Certainly, he replies,
gpt
I should love you just as much as before, but I would be bitterly sorry for your pretty face.