human
I see something, she began. She had rather a thrilling voice--not high, but very clear, and with a sweet ring in it.
gpt
I see, she continued, looking straight before her as she spoke,
human
she continued--bending forward so that her eyes shone, growing very large, and at the same moment black and bright--
gpt
Where do they go, then, I wonder?
human
Back to the fairies' palace, of course, underground, said Betty.
gpt
But they like the world best, they're such sociable little darlings; and when the heather-bells are coming out they all return, and each fairy takes possession of a bell and lives there. She makes it her home. And the brownies--they live under the leaves of the heather, and attend to the fairies, and dance with them at night just over the vast heather commons. Then, by a magical kind of movement, each little fairy sets her own heather-bell ringing, and you can't by any possibility imagine what the music is like. It is so sweet--oh, it is so sweet that no music one has ever heard, made by man, can compare to it! You can imagine for yourselves what it is like--millions upon millions of bells of heather, and millions upon millions of fairies, and each little bell ringing its own sweet chime, but all in the most perfect harmony. Well, that is what the fairies do.
human
Have you ever seen them?
gpt
I see them now,
human
Oh, do tell us what they are like?
gpt
I couldn't, she answered.
human
No one can describe a fairy. You've got to see it to know what it is like.
gpt
Tell us more, please, Betty?