human
I know what it is. I felt very much so when the horses ran away, and for fifteen minutes I sat clinging to Mamma, expecting to be killed. Every unkind, undutiful word I'd ever said to her came back to me, and was worse to bear than the fear of sudden death. It scared a great deal of naughtiness out of me, and dear Mamma and I have been more to each other ever since.
gpt
Let us begin with 'The Prisoners of Poverty,' and perhaps it will show us something to do, said Lizzie.
human
But I must say I never felt as if shop-girls needed much help; they generally seem so contented with themselves, and so pert or patronizing to us, that I don't pity them a bit, though it must be a hard life.
gpt
I think we can't do _much_ in that direction, except set an example of good manners when we go shopping. I wanted to propose that we each choose some small charity for this winter, and do it faithfully. That will teach us how to do more by and by, and we can help one another with our experiences, perhaps, or amuse with our failures. What do you say?
human
What _could_ we do?
gpt
People will call us goody-goody.
human
I haven't the least idea how to go to work.
gpt
Don't believe Mamma will let me.
human
We'd better change our names from May Flowers to sisters of charity, and wear meek black bonnets and flapping cloaks.