human
Wasn't it lucky that the gathers ripped? she cried, holding up the unlucky fragment.
gpt
If they hadn't, mamma, I should be hanging, head down, from the five-barred gate in the lower pasture, and no body to help me but the cows. You see, I set out to jump, and my skirt got caught in a nail on the post.
human
O Mollie! said her mother,
gpt
said Lovina Tibbs, who had come from the kitchen to call the family to supper.
human
Ain't yer 'shamed of yerself, Mary Elliot?--a great girl like you, most ten years old, walkin' top o' rail fences and climbin' apple-trees in the low pastur'!
gpt
No, I'm not!
human
Hush, Mollie, said Mrs. Elliot.
gpt
Lovina, that will do. Wash your face and hands, Mollie, and make yourself decent to come to supper.
human
We'll have the Jones girls, said Susie,
gpt
Would you? said Mollie, doubtfully.
human
We don't know her very well, and she dresses so fine and is kind of _citified_, you know. Ar'n't you afraid she'll spoil the fun?
gpt
No, said Susie, decidedly.
human
Mamma said we were to be good to her because she's a stranger; and I think she's nice, too--not a bit proud, though her father is so rich.
gpt
Well, Mollie assented, who, though thirteen months older than her sister, generally yielded to Susie's better judgment;