human
Will you come with us, dear Madame Plynck? asked Sara, softly, looking up into the tree; and
gpt
Do you think you could stand it?
human
It's against my rules to leave the Garden, said the Plynck, and Sara's heart sank; for she really thought the search would be a sort of picnic, and she had hoped that the lovely Plynck would go, too. It sank clear to the bottom of the pool, and the Plynck's Echo fished it up and handed it back to her, all wet and shiny, just as the Plynck finished her sentence,
gpt
So I think I'll go.