human
Hello! she said to Hanny.
gpt
What's the matter with her? nodding her head.
human
Wish't I had a cheer like that. I'd cut a great swell. My! ain't she pritty?
gpt
She's been ill,
human
Her father works about the stable, explained Hanny, with rising colour.
gpt
She comes up sometimes. They're very poor. Mother gives them ever so many things. She can't stand up straight; but she doesn't seem to mind. And one leg is so much shorter. The boys call her Cricket, and Limpy Dick.
human
Oh, Hanny, if I were poor and like that! The tears came in Daisy's eyes.
gpt
I can stand up straight, and I am getting to walk quite well. I have so much that is lovely and comforting; and oughtn't one be thankful not to be real poor?