human
Hush, darlings! he said.
gpt
You must not wake the old Tree, for I have a secret to tell you which he must not hear. Something very wonderful is going to happen, and I have come to tell you about it.
human
What is it, dear Wind? oh, what is it? whispered the little leaves. And they clustered together and listened.
gpt
Well, my darlings, said the Wind,
human
What is it, dear Wind? oh, what is it?
gpt
Well, said the Wind,
human
I know you must be very tired of these dull green dresses. They were well enough in the spring, when they were new and fresh, but now you have been wearing them all summer, and they are dirty and soiled. So I have persuaded my friend Frost to stop here on his way through the meadow, and to paint you all over, with fresh, new, beautiful colors. Only think of it, darlings! think how lovely you will look, all shining in crimson and gold! Now, am I not a good friend? and will you not all give me kisses for this?
gpt
Oh yes! yes indeed, you good Wind! cried the leaves.
human
We will give you as many kisses as you want, and we will thank you till you are tired of being thanked. Oh! how delightful it will be!
gpt
And now, good-night! he said.
human
Remember, not a word of this to the old Tree, for it would be a pity to rob him of the pleasure of such a charming surprise.