human
Music is impossible when one's fingers are frozen. I believe I should be the happiest man alive if I had those gloves.
gpt
You seem, sir, to have a very good pair of gloves. And the man replied,
human
Truly, sir, my hands are as warm as toast this bitter November day.
gpt
As your hands seem frozen, sir, I will, as a favour, let you have them for your bagpipes.
human
Done!
gpt
Warm hands, warm heart! he thought.
human
I'm the happiest man alive!
gpt
I should be the happiest man alive if I had that stick, he thought.
human
What is the use of warm hands if your feet ache! So he said to the man with the stick,
gpt
What will you take for your stick?
human
Well, I don't want to part with my stick, but as you are so pressing I'll oblige you, as a friend, for those warm gloves you are wearing.
gpt
Done for you!
human
What are you laughing at?
gpt
At you, forsooth! chuckled the magpie, fluttering just a little further.
human
At you, Mr. Vinegar, you foolish man--you simpleton--you blockhead! You bought a cow for forty guineas when she wasn't worth ten, you exchanged her for bagpipes you couldn't play--you changed the bagpipes for a pair of gloves, and the pair of gloves for a miserable stick. Ho, ho! Ha, ha! So you've nothing to show for your forty guineas save a stick you might have cut in any hedge. Ah, you fool! you simpleton! you blockhead!