human
You are a bold man, she said to the old workman,
gpt
HE STOOD SUDDENLY STOCK-STILL
human
Lady Fairy, stammered the old man,
gpt
What do you want it for?
human
To cultivate it,
gpt
To cultivate it! cried the fairy.
human
You mean to dig it up, turn it over, and upset it all round! Do you not see how lovely it is now, and are you so presumptuous as to think you can do better for it than Nature has done already? Her voice grew softer as she went on:
gpt
What could you find anywhere that is as beautiful as this spot in spring-time, when, under a sky of the tenderest blue, the little leaves are beginning to bud on the branches, the tufts of narcissus are opening among the marshes, and everywhere in the woods around the blackbirds are beginning to whistle their first notes, the doves keep up a gentle cooing, and the jays are chattering like parrots?
human
A couple of partridges calling to each other, answered the old man,
gpt
In summer, went on the fairy,
human
I prefer the pink clover with the drowsy bees humming over it, answered the old man,