human
You don't know how many times I have thought of that cold day in Boston, said Nancy from her pillows.
gpt
Your aunt was beautiful. I never could tell you about the rest of the day with her, could I? Why, it just gave me a measure to live by. I saw right off how small some things were that I thought were big. I told her about one or two things down here in Rodney that troubled me, and she understood all about it. 'If we mean to be happy and useful,' she said, 'the only way is to be self-forgetful.' I never forgot that!
human
The seed fell upon good ground, didn't it?