human
What ails you has nothing to do with my business. And she said,
gpt
You have lost three, and one was a grand little fair-haired one, and if you'd like to see her again, I'll show her to you. And when she said that, my mother had no courage to look and to see the child she lost, but fainted then and there. And then she said,
human
There's a field of corn beyond your house and a field with hay, and it's not long since that the little fellow that wears a Llanberis cap fell asleep there on a cock of hay. And before the stooks of corn are in stacks he'll be taken from you, but I'll save him if I can.