human
What are you taking away my company for? shouted the Snow Man.
gpt
Stop, stop!
human
Oh! shrieked Dame Penny,
gpt
Be quiet, said Dame Louisa with dignity. She untied her large poke-bonnet which was made of straw--she was unable to have a velvet one for winter, now her Christmas-trees were dead--and she hung it on the whip. Then she drew a match from her pocket, and set fire to the bonnet. The light fabric blazed up directly, and the Snow Man stopped short.
human
If you come any nearer, shrieked Dame Louisa,
gpt
I'll put this right in your face and--melt you!
human
Give me back my company,
gpt
You can't have your company,
human
To think of the days I've spent in their yards, slowly melting and suffering everything, and my not having one visit back,