human
I never heard, said Joseph Cory,
gpt
Septembers, Octobers, after they have their own corn harvested, then they come. Adna Pownal Cory would have been thinking of many past times when summer was fading but no dead leaves lay fallen to rustle warnings of approach.
human
A September, was it not, when they attacked the Beldings? Poor Sam! Thou wast six that year, Benjamin, and all warrior with no mind to be hustled out of the way--remember?
gpt
Yes, Mother, I do.