human
Oh, mamma! such lovely snowflakes, just like a fairy's quilt, and they have been falling all over us till we're like people in frost land. Just look, mamma!
gpt
Well, mamma, God has turned on the snow faucets,
human
An' all 'e fevvers is tummin' down fum 'e 'ky,
gpt
And mamma, _can't_ we have a sled and go coasting this winter?
human
Oh, _don't_ make so much noise. Take them away and keep quiet, Mabel. I can not endure so much confusion.
gpt
I have sent them away again. Why must I yield always to self instead of overcoming?