human
Ring out, wild bells--and tame ones, too; Ring out the lover's moon, Ring in the little worsted socks, Ring in the bib and spoon.
gpt
Oh, Peter, how pretty! said Mother Carey all in a glow.
human
You never showed it to me!
gpt
You were too much occupied with the aforesaid 'queer little craft,' wasn't she, Nan--I mean Nancy!