human
Three children sliding on the ice-- All, on a summer's day-- The ice was thin; they all fell in; The rest, they ran away. Now, had these children been at home, Or sliding on dry ground, Ten thousand pounds to one penny They had not all been drowned.
gpt
Stuff!
human
Something very amusing happened up-stairs just now. I have a friend here spending the day, who brought her little baby of four months with her. My little girl is just the same age. Of course my friend's baby must have her nap, and I gave her my little one's cradle to sleep in. But my baby was so very much put out at this that she could not sleep at all; and little Harry, who, as you know, is not quite three years old, was so grieved at what he supposed was the wickedness of the other baby, in taking away his sister's property, that he marched up to the cradle--his little breast heaving, his eyes flashing, and his hand raised, while, with high, indignant voice, he asked, _Mamma, sall I_ SAPP _her?_
gpt
Mamma, sall I SAPP her?
human
Harry, did you slap her? I would! Let's both go up-stairs and do it now. Give it to her like sixty, for sleeping in your sister's bed!