human
Children, said Mother Carey,
gpt
Mother Carey! she exclaimed remorsefully.
human
You haven't mentioned money since New Year's, and I thought we were rubbing along as usual. The bills are all paid; what's the matter?
gpt
That is the matter! answered Mrs. Carey with the suspicion of a tear in her laughing voice,
human
The bills _are_ paid, and there's too little left! We eat so much, and we burn so much wood, and so many gallons of oil'
gpt
The back of the winter's broken, mother dear! said Gilbert, as a terrific blast shook the blinds as a terrier would a rat.
human
Don't listen to that wind; it 's only a March bluff! Osh Popham says snow is the poor man's manure; he says it's going to be an early season and a grand hay crop. We'll get fifty dollars for our field.
gpt
That will be in July, and this is March, said his mother.
human
Still, the small reversible Van Twiller will carry us through May, with our other income. But the saving days are over, and the earning days have come, dears! I am the oldest and the biggest, I must begin.
gpt
Never! cried Nancy.
human
You slave enough for us, as it is, but you shall never slave for anybody else; shall she, Gilly?
gpt
Not if I know it!
human
Another winter I fear we must close the Yellow House and--