human
He has never been himself since the death of his mate. (Here the bird scarified himself with great violence.)
gpt
He is so restless; and though he eats very well, and hops about, he seems to have lost all care of his person, as though he would put on mourning if he had it.
human
Is there no possibility of dyeing his feathers?
gpt
It is not the inky cloak, Mr. Applebite, replied Mrs. Greatgirdle,
human
(laying her hand upon her left side):
gpt
And especially in such a large cage, said Mrs. Waddledot.
human
Rather, ma'am,
gpt
Ain't you very lonely?
human
Why, not--
gpt
Very lively, you were going to say,
human
Why, not at all;
gpt
I often feel for you, Mr. Applebite, remarked Mrs. Waddledot;
human
It _is_ strange! exclaimed Mrs. G
gpt
I wonder it don't make you miserable. There is no home, I mean the '_Sweet, sweet_ home,' without a wife. Try, try again, Mr. Applebite, (tapping his arm as she rose;)
human
I refused Mr. Waddledot three times, but I yielded at last; take courage from that, and 24, Pleasant Terrace, may shortly become that Elysium--a woman's home,