human
There is no bread, Willy, said Eva, speaking for the first time.
gpt
Don't ask for any bread. It makes mamma sad.
human
My sweet, darling child, exclaimed Mrs. Wentworth, clasping the little Ella to her heart, and then bursting into tears at this proof of her child's fortitude, she continued:
gpt
Are you not hungry, too?
human
Yes, mother, she replied,
gpt
But what?
human
Mother, exclaimed the child, throwing her arms round her mother's neck, and evading the question,