human
He comes very often, said Winifred, regarding the little brown object with a kindly glance.
gpt
Sometimes I feed him with crumbs. He always reminds me of Father Owen's robin far away over the sea, and I wonder if he will ever fly so far.
human
Perhaps he may go and take a message to that other bird,
gpt
Not until the spring, anyway, Winifred answered gravely.
human
But when I see him out there on cold, stormy days I think how Father Owen said that the robin did his work in storm or calm and tried to sing and be merry.
gpt
And I suppose you try to imitate him?
human
Yes, she said,
gpt
I think I do; but I'm not always merry in the storm, and my teacher tells me I'm too wayward and unstable: that I'm never two days the same.
human
All my life people have told me that I'm wayward. I used to be called Wayward Winifred. Perhaps it's from living so much on the hills; for you know they change often. Sometimes they're beautiful, with the sun shining like gold on their heads; and again they're dark and threatening.
gpt
Like Niall,
human
Don't say anything against Niall--O poor, poor Niall!
gpt
Well, that is not exactly against him. But he is rather variable, I declared.
human
But now you are in a place where everything is the same day after day.
gpt
I found that hard at first, Winifred said--