human
Where is that little boy? he cried, with a voice like the bellowing of a cannon.
gpt
He looked a very nice boy indeed. I am almost sure he crept through the mousehole at the bottom of the door. Where is he, my dear?
human
I don't know,
gpt
But you know it is wicked to tell lies; don't you, my dear?
human
Now, you ridiculous old Thunderthump! said his wife, with a smile as broad as the sea in the sun,