human
Oh! Baby Bob! what are you doing?
gpt
Kiss me for it; it's for _you_.
human
You darling! Lady Burnside said.
gpt
Thank you. The poor little flower is sadly squeezed; but it is a token of baby's love all the same.
human
Now, grannie, exclaimed Willy,
gpt
I want to hear about the cousin, because, you see, I never even thought about her till the other day, and I want to be ready--what do you call it?--_prepared_ for her.
human
After all, Willy, said a grave-eyed maiden of twelve, who was lying on a couch in the window,
gpt
She's not a stranger, said Willy.
human
She is a _cousin_, and who knows? she may like me better than anybody. She may be a jolly girl, who isn't made of sugar and salt, like Ella!
gpt
I am not made of sugar and salt,