human
Oh, are these the doves? How perfectly lovely! she cried, pausing on tip-toe in front of a table on which was a strange-shaped urn of white alabaster, filled with gaily-colored artificial flowers. On opposite sides of the rim of the urn were two stuffed white doves, facing each other across the flowers.
gpt
Where did you get them? Are they alive? Are they stuffed? What are their eyes made of? Were they your grandmother's? Oh, one of them had his wing broken. You sewed it on again, didn't you? But the stitches show. My sister has some glue, white glue, that would fix that bird up just fine. When I come next Wednesday, I'll bring that glue with me and we'll rip off that wing and fix it up all right.
human
Well, I _am_ surprised! said Mrs. Hickox.
gpt
What do children like you know about such things? But still, if you think it would do well, I'd like to try it. I've got a newspaper clipping about that white glue, but I never saw any. Has your grandma unpacked her dress patterns yet?
human
I don't know, said Fairy.
gpt
I don't think she has any. We never make our own dresses.
human
For the land sake! Why I thought they looked home-made. Well I _am_ surprised! But hurry up and see the room, for I want to get them shutters shut again.