human
Three pigs have they carried off since Christmas, said Mère Kronk,
gpt
Oh, dear! sighed little Toinette for the hundredth time.
human
How I wish the dear summer would come! Then the wolves would go away, and we could run about as we used, and Gretchen Slaut and I go to the Alp for berries. It seems as if it had been winter forever and ever. I haven't seen Gretchen or little Marie for two whole weeks. _Their_ mother, too, is fearful of the wolves.