human
What now, Caspar? Why are you gathering those flowers? It is Cypriano who speaks, impatiently adding,
gpt
Remember, our time is precious.
human
True, master, gravely responds the gaucho;
gpt
What mean you?
human
Come hither, _senoritos_, and set your eyes on these flowers!
gpt
Well? exclaims Cypriano,
human
I see nothing in them; that is, nothing that strikes me as being strange.
gpt
But I do, says Ludwig, whose father had given him some instruction in the science of botany.
human
I observe that the corollas are well nigh closed, which they should not be at this hour of the day, if the tree is in a healthy condition. It's the _uinay_; I know it well. We have passed several on the way as we started this morning, but I noticed none with the flowers thus shrivelled up.
gpt
Stand still a while, counsels Gaspar,