human
Ah, wife, cried Philemon,
gpt
I fear some poor traveler is seeking hospitality among our neighbors yonder, and, instead of giving him food and lodging, they have set their dogs at him, as their custom is!
human
Well-a-day! answered old Baucis,
gpt
I do wish our neighbors felt a little more kindness for their fellow-creatures. And only think of bringing up their children in this naughty way, and patting them on the head when they fling stones at strangers!
human
Those children will never come to any good, said Philemon, shaking his white head.
gpt
To tell you the truth, wife, I should not wonder if some terrible thing were to happen to all the people in the village unless they mend their manners. But, as for you and me, so long as Providence affords us a crust of bread, let us be ready to give half to any poor, homeless stranger that may come along and need it.
human
That's right, husband! said Baucis.
gpt
So we will!