human
I couldn't help it, said Helen, trying to pass her,
gpt
I fell down.
human
Oh! what nice strawberries! exclaimed Mittie,
gpt
Don't touch them, Mittie--they are for mother,
human
You little, stingy thing, I _will_ have some, cried Mittie, plunging her hand in the midst of them, while the sweet wild flowers which Arthur's hand had scattered over them, and the shining leaves with which he had bordered them, all fell on the steps. Helen felt as if scalding water were pouring into her veins, and in her passion she lifted her hand to strike her, when a hollow cough, issuing from her mother's room, arrested her. She remembered, too, what the young doctor had said,
gpt
If he saw me strike Mittie, he would think it wrong, thought she,