human
You little goose, you ate too much plum-cake last evening.
gpt
But I did not dream this, I saw it with my own eyes. I was in Father Peter's room.
human
Oh, you darling, you were with me all night long. I could not cover you up often enough, you kicked about so.
gpt
Where's my little silver whistle?
human
Your little silver whistle! Dear soul, you left that in the land of dreams.
gpt
I am still cold. I am all of a tremble.
human
You are feverish, sweetheart; stay in bed to-day, and I'll bring your playthings to you, and make you a nice tea that will make you well again.