human
Dear fairies!
gpt
Tell us where the cranes go with--with the young fairies,
human
I will tell you what my father says, the latter began.
gpt
The cranes take them to Slum-bercity on a great marsh and put them in their nests. The heads of the young fairies are bald and smooth and the cranes sit on them as if they were eggs. By-and-by wonderful thoughts and dreams come into them so that the fairies wake up and begin crying for they are very hungry. They remember the spring of milk, but they are so young and helpless they can only reach out their hands and cry for it. Some of the cranes stand on one leg in the marsh and listen. The moment they hear the young fairies crying they fly away to find mothers for them. The unhappy little things are really not fairies any more--they are babies. Some of the cranes come and dance around the nest to keep them quiet, and the babies sit up and open their eyes and begin to laugh, it is so very funny. And that night a big crane sits by the side of each baby and the baby creeps on his back and rides away to his mother. And he is so weary after his ride that he sleeps and is scarcely able to move, and when he wakes and smiles and laughs, he remembers how the cranes danced in the marsh.
human
My father says that there are no people--that we are really nothing but young fairies asleep and dreaming up in the tops of the trees, and that the fairy heaven is not here.
gpt
You're nothing but a big fairy--you're so very young.
human
I'm six years old, he answered, with dignity.
gpt
In a little while I'll be a man.
human
I wish I could take you home with me.
gpt
Have you any maple sugar there?
human
Yes, and a tame fox and a little fawn.
gpt
But you'ain't got no Uncle Silas,
human
Ner no Aunt Sinth, Sue ventured. Then, with her tiny fingers, she felt the neck of
gpt
to see if there were a
human
on it. She was thinking of one of the chief attractions of her aunt. In a moment she added,
gpt
Ner no Uncle Robert.
human
Is he the man I saw?
gpt
Do you love him?
human
Yes; would you like to take him home with you, too?
gpt
He can carry you on his back and growl jes' like a bear, she urged.
human
He can put his mouth on your cheek and make such a funny noise.
gpt
Would you let me have him?
human
She wants our Uncle Robert,
gpt
But not to keep?
human
I couldn't have him?
gpt
We'll give you our coon,
human
I am sure he--your uncle--would not go with me,