human
Once upon a time, then, said Mrs. Posset, threading her darning-needle, and taking up one of Nibble's stockings, which was in such a condition as might have made a darning-machine turn pale,
gpt
What did they have for breakfast?
human
Well, and on Tuesday morning Lemon got up early. And she swept the house, and she made the fire, and she cooked the breakfast--
gpt
What did they have _that_ morning?
human
Well, my dears, as I'm telling you, on Wednesday, the third little girl--dear! dear! what was her name now? I seem to forget--
gpt
Hold-your-tongue!
human
Well! well! said Mrs. Posset, pretending to be very much vexed.
gpt
To think of your having no better manners than that, Miss Fluff! telling me to hold my tongue, indeed! not another story will you get from me to-day, I promise you!
human
Hold your tongue!