human
I hear Smiler's step. Is Jack come?
gpt
Yes, father, said Jack, in a low voice.
human
Then, cried the farmer,
gpt
Young Brown came in.
human
Are you not an undutiful dog? said the father;
gpt
Brown sobbed out a few words, but his father replied,
human
Never cry, Jack, for the boy told me that it was out of regard for Smiler, that you were not here as soon as he was, and if 'twas your over care of her, why there's no great harm done. You could not have saved your poor mother, and you might have hurt the mare.