human
We should be lonely if we lived only in pairs. That is the reason that we build a whole little village of nests under your eaves.
gpt
You build very queer nests, said Phyllis.
human
They are neither like the robin's nor the chickadee's nests.
gpt
No, indeed, no robin or chickadee could build such nests as the swallow. You see we make the soft mud from the brookside into little balls and carry it in our bills. With it we mix straws and grasses. This holds the clay together. When the outer clay wall is finished we line the nest with soft grasses and feathers.
human
By and bye my little mate will sit in the dear clay nest and over four or five or possibly six little eggs.
gpt
I shall never be able to see them, sighed Phyllis.
human
They are up so high. Tell me about them.
gpt
We shall probably have three broods of birdlings this summer. What a happy, happy time we shall have!
human
Are you never still? asked Phyllis, at last.
gpt
I do not believe you even stop to eat.
human
I do not, said the swallow, darting after a big blue fly.
gpt
I eat on the fly.
human
We do not care for fruit at all. I would rather have a dozen nice fat flies than all the cherries in the world!
gpt
Well, laughed Phyllis,
human
I'd rather have a dozen ripe cherries than all the flies in the world!
gpt
Tastes differ,