human
O Edith, darling sister, I never loved thee half well enough!
gpt
Send me the other half in thy letters, Milly, she replied,
human
Ay, we can write betimes, said Milisent, looking a little comforted. Then to her niece,--
gpt
Now, Lettice, I look to thee for all the news. The first day of every month shall we begin to look out for a letter at Mere Lea; and if my sister cannot write, then must thou. Have a care!
human
So I will, Aunt,