human
I hope you are right, Mary, for we both shall be glad to welcome our dear ones home again.
gpt
Pray tell me, dear, though much I fear The answer sad I know, How grow the sturdy cockle-shells And cowslips, all in a row?
human
Dingle-bells and cockle-shells And cowslips are all dead, And now my papa's coming home, For so he surely said.
gpt
Ah, said the Squire, looking at her curiously,
human
I'm afraid you are getting way ahead of time. See here, Mary, how would you like a little ride with me on my nag?
gpt
I would like it very much, sir,
human
Then reach up your hand. Now!--there you are, little one!
gpt
Now, then, he said,
human
Take a look within that nook And tell me what is there.
gpt
A dingle-bell, and truth to tell In full bloom, I declare!
human
Now come with me and you shall see A field with cowslips bright, And not a garden in the land Can show so fair a sight.