human
This must be where they are bred!
gpt
This is Fairy Spring's nursery, explained a beautiful Sprite, appearing suddenly at her elbow like a little bright sunbeam.
human
King Frost is the ground landlord, you know, and allows all her young things to sleep here and keep warm.
gpt
And who are you, please?
human
I am Love of Goodwill, and my father's name is Christmas.
gpt
I know you by name quite well, and am so glad to see you. Perhaps you would kindly help me to find my way?
human
If you keep on going to the right, when you see the snowdrops' mother, there you will find your landmark.
gpt
Oh, do please tell me more clearly. What did you say? Tell me where I --but Rosella was again alone in the green grotto with the sleeping baby-fairies in their swaying hammocks, and the soft music of the wind.
human
Surely there can't be any grown-up snowdrops at Christmas--it's too early!--and I shall be losing my way for weeks!