human
You didn't come down, an' you _didn't_ come down, Uncle Don, an' now mother says it's bedtime, an' I want Smiles' basket to take with me.
gpt
Why, I'm terribly sorry that I've been so long, sweetheart-mine. I stopped to read the letter she wrote to me, and, I'm ashamed to say, forgot that you were waiting for me. But see, here's your present. Little Rose made it all herself for you. Isn't it pretty?
human
Oh, don't it smell sweet, Uncle Don. Does Smiles smell like that?
gpt
Perhaps not exactly,
human
Now please show me what she sent to you. Was it a basket, too?
gpt
No, not a basket. It's a very great secret; but, if you'll promise not to tell a soul, no matter how they tease, I'll show it to you.
human
Cross my heart, an' hope to die,