human
Primrose, asked Eustace, pinching her ear,
gpt
Then I should have been well punished for my naughtiness, retorted Primrose, smartly;
human
Cousin Eustace, said Sweet Fern,
gpt
Every mite of it! answered Eustace.
human
This very snow-storm, which has spoiled my skating, was packed up there.
gpt
And how big was the box?
human
Why, perhaps three feet long, said Eustace,
gpt
Ah, said the child,
human
Hear the child! cried Primrose, with an air of superiority.
gpt
How little he knows about the troubles of this world! Poor fellow! He will be wiser when he has seen as much of life as I have.