human
Me an' Tip ain't got anybody who cares for us but each other, an' if we don't get a chance to work, so's we can get some place to live, I don't know what we will do.
gpt
You poor child, said the good woman, kindly,
human
she added, as she turned toward her half-concealed son,
gpt
Well, we got out of that scrape all right, didn't we?
human
Yes, it's all right till we see what your father will say about it.
gpt
Oh, he won't say anything, so long as mother don't,
human
How does it happen that you are so handy at such things?
gpt
I don't know, replied Tim, bashfully,