human
My dear children, she said,
gpt
muttered Rob.
human
This needn't count.
gpt
Every thing counts, Rob, which we do, whether it is the beginning of a New Year or not. Mamma ought not to have spoken as if that made any odds. But you must not accuse each other of lying. That is a most dreadful thing. I know neither of you would tell a lie.
human
Course we wouldn't,
gpt
Neither would Nelly listen, Rob, in any such sense as you meant, continued Mrs. March.
human
Sometimes we over-hear things when we do not mean to.
gpt
That's just the way it was, mamma, interrupted Nelly eagerly;
human
Oh, said Mrs. March,
gpt
Yes, mamma,
human
Going away! Oh, mamma, are we really going away? oh, where? say where, mamma, say quick! cried Rob, throwing down his
gpt
Cliff Climbers,
human
Gently, gently, wild boy,