conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Perhaps, Anyway, Writing with the genre: Children's Books, Classics?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Summer of the Swans'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Summer of the Swans
  THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS HAS CATALOGED THE PREVIOUS PUFFIN EDITION AS FOLLOWS: Byars, Betsy Cromer. The summer of the swans.
  Her sister Wanda was sitting at the dressing table combing her hair. Wanda said, "Why don't you leave Boysie alone?"
  Sara held up the dog with the kerchief neatly tied beneath his chin and said, "The first face of Boysie, proudly presented for your entertainment and amusement, is the Russian Peasant Woman. Taaaaaa-daaaaaa! "
  With a sigh Wanda turned and looked at the dog. "That's pathetic. In people's age that dog is eighty-four years old." She shook a can of hair spray and sprayed her hair. "And besides, that's my good scarf."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Wanda had bought him the tablet and crayons two days ago and he had done this one picture with the brown crayon. It gave Sara a sick feeling to see it because something about the picture, the smallness, the unfinished quality, made it look somehow very much like Charlie.
  Aunt Willie said, "When you want the police they are always a hundred miles away bothering criminals."
  Mary blinked her eyes at this question to which she had no answer, and settled the rollers beneath her scarf.
  Aunt Willie left the room abruptly. When she came back she was holding a picture of Charlie in one hand. It was a snapshot of him taken in March, sitting on the steps with Boysie in front of the house.
  Sara looked at the picture without speaking. Somehow the awkward, unfinished crayon drawing on the table looked more like Charlie than the snapshot.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Somehow the awkward, unfinished crayon drawing on the table looked more like Charlie than the snapshot..
  Sara looked at the picture without speaking. It was a snapshot of him taken in March, sitting on the steps with Boysie in front of the house. When she came back she was holding a picture of Charlie in one hand.
  Aunt Willie left the room abruptly."
  Mary blinked her eyes at this question to which she had no answer, and settled the rollers beneath her scarf.
  Aunt Willie said, "When you want the police they are always a hundred miles away bothering criminals. It gave Sara a sick feeling to see it because something about the picture, the smallness, the unfinished quality, made it look somehow very much like Charlie.Wanda had bought him the tablet and crayons two days ago and he had done this one picture with the brown crayon
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She said quickly, "No, I'll go get her. Just wait one minute. It won't take any time. She's right across the street."
  A picture came into her mind of the laughing, curly-headed man with the broken tooth in the photograph album, and she suddenly saw life as a series of huge, uneven steps, and she saw herself on the steps, standing motionless in her prison shirt, and she had just taken an enormous step up out of the shadows, and she was standing, waiting, and there were other steps in front of her, so that she could go as high as the sky, and she saw Charlie on a flight of small difficult steps, and her father down at the bottom of some steps, just sitting and not trying to go further. She saw everyone she knew on those blinding white steps and for a moment everything was clearer than it had ever been.
  She sat for a minute still holding the receiver and then she set it back on the telephone and finished her sandwich. Slowly she slipped off her tennis shoes and looked down at her feet, which were dyed blue. Then she got up quickly and went to get ready for the party.