human
Please, I'll go and do the sewing,
gpt
Where be this yer flower?
human
I'll show you, taking his ragged arm, and brightening up immediately.
gpt
Only think, to open in all this wind, and so cold--isn't it beautiful? It's much more beautiful than the flowers that come in the summer.
human
Trumpery rubbish--mean to dig 'em all up--would if I had time, muttered the father.
gpt
Have 'em carted out and drowed away--do for ashes to drow on the fields. Never no good on to nobody, thaay thengs. You can't eat 'em, can you, like you can potatoes?
human
But it's lovely. Here it is,
gpt
Ah, yes, said Iden, putting his left hand to his chin, a habit of his when thinking, and suddenly quite altering his pronunciation from that of the country folk and labourers amongst whom he dwelt to the correct accent of education.
human
Ah, yes; the daffodil was your great-uncle's favourite flower.
gpt
Richard?
human
Richard,