human
And Jenny Lind, Mary Rose was saying eagerly.
gpt
I must show you Jenny Lind. She slipped down and ran into the next room to come back with a birdcage.
human
Aunt Kate says I may keep her here because there isn't one word in that law about canary birds.
gpt
No, thank God, there isn't, said Uncle Larry.
human
The old grouch must have forgotten about them.
gpt
The real Jenny Lind was a girl with a bird in her throat, Mary Rose explained as she leaned against his knee.
human
My own grandfather heard it and he told daddy and daddy told me that to hear her sing made a man think he was in Heaven. So when Mrs. Lenox gave me this beautiful bird for my very own, of course, I named her Jenny Lind. Mrs. Lenox called her Cleopatra. Wasn't that a silly name for a bird? Mrs. Lenox must have liked it or she wouldn't have given it to anything. Isn't it the luckiest thing that everyone hasn't the same likes? Just suppose everyone had been like my father and my mother and all the little girls were named Mary Rose? I think it's the most beautiful name in the entire dictionary, but Gladys Evans in Mifflin said it was common. She counted up and she knew seven Marys, with her grandmother and old Mrs. Wilcox, who's deaf and half blind, and four Roses. But there wasn't one Mary Rose! triumphantly.
gpt
And that made all the difference in the world. My daddy chose the Mary because he said there wasn't a better name for a little girl to have for her own and my little mother chose the Rose because she said I was just like a flower when she saw me first. Don't you like it, Uncle Larry?
human
I do!