human
Mother, said March, after a short pause that had succeeded an unusually long burst,
gpt
I know it well, my son,
human
And do you know, he continued,
gpt
And yet, said the widow musingly,
human
Mother, I'll be angry with you if you say that again.
gpt
Well, I won't, she replied, taking his hand in hers and stroking it.
human
Tell me again, March, about Dick of the Cave and his little girl. I like to hear about them; they were so kind to you, and that Dick, from your account, seems to be such a fine fellow: tell me all about them over again.
gpt
I will, mother,