human
Blair, she said,
gpt
Nannie and me want some supper,
human
You won't get any. Boys that go traveling at supper-time can get their own suppers or go hungry.
gpt
It's my fault, Mamma,
human
No, it ain't! Blair said quickly, emerging from behind Mrs. Richie;
gpt
Well, clear out, clear out! Go to bed, both of you,