human
There sits the Vicar and his Dame; And there my good friend, Stephen Otter; And, ere the light of evening fail, To them I must relate the Tale Of Peter Bell the Potter.
gpt
O, here he is! cried little Bess-- She saw me at the garden-door;
human
We've waited anxiously and long,
gpt
Reproach me not--your fears be still-- Be thankful we again have met;-- Resume, my Friends! within the shade Your seats, and quickly [18] shall be paid The well-remembered debt.