human
Who is your new correspondent, Nelly? he asked.
gpt
This is something different from the young-ladyish epistles you are in the habit of receiving, isn't it?
human
I don't know the writing,
gpt
Read it, father, she cried.
human
Old Mr. Myrtle is dead, and has left me three thousand pounds! You remember how he made a pet of me in my school-days?
gpt
I hope no one is defrauded by this legacy, he said, gravely.
human
You will have quite enough without it, Nelly. Had Mr. Myrtle any relations?
gpt
He used to say that he was quite alone in the world, she answered.
human
His house was next to our school, and the gardens joined; that was how I came to see so much of him. No one ever went to stay with him, and he seldom had even a caller.
gpt
I wish he had left the money to a poorer girl, remarked Mr. Channell.
human
Well, Nelly, you will now have a hundred and fifty pounds a year to do as you like with. I hope you'll spend it wisely, my dear.