human
Ees he not beautiful, Mees Carmody, my Pápa? She pushed the accent forward to the first syllable.
gpt
And my poor _Madrecita_ of a homely to chill the blood? _But_ a saint, my mawther. Me, I am not so good. Also _gracias a Dios_, I am not so---- she leaned forward to regard herself in the narrow strip of mirror between the windows and--a wary eye on the Señora--applied a lip stick to her ripe little mouth. She wanted at once to know about Honor's sweethearts.
human
She shrugged her perilously plump little shoulders.
gpt
One! Jus' like I mus' have a new hat, I mus' have a new _novio_!