human
You have got a bad cold, Oscar, said Mrs. Preston one evening towards the close of winter, as Oscar came in from his play, and was seized with a coughing spell.
gpt
And no wonder, she added, on glancing at his feet;
human
I should like to know how anybody could help getting wet feet this weather, with the slosh up to your knees,
gpt
I could walk about the streets all day without going over my shoes, replied his mother,
human
I don't want to change my pantaloons and stockings, said Oscar;
gpt
I 'll take off my boots and dry myself--that will do just as well.
human
No it won't, replied his mother;