human
Mistress Mary, so contrary, How does your garden grow? With dingle-bells and cockle-shells And cowslips all in a row!
gpt
I thank you, Squire, that you enquire How well the flowers are growing; The dingle-bells and cockle-shells And cowslips all are blowing!
human
And when the flowers have lived their lives In sunshine and in rain, And then do fade, why, papa said He'd sure come home again.
gpt
Oh, that's the idea, is it? asked the big bluff Squire, forgetting his poetry.
human
Well, it's a pretty thought, my child, and I think because the flowers are strong and hearty that you may know your father and brothers are the same; and I'm sure I hope they'll come back from their voyage safe and sound. I shall come and see you again, little one, and watch the garden grow. And then he said