human
How now, my little lady! cried Midas.
gpt
What is the matter with you this morning?
human
Beautiful! exclaimed her father.
gpt
And what is there in this magnificent golden rose to make you cry?
human
Ah, dear father! answered the child, as well as her sobs would let her,
gpt
Pooh, my dear little girl! pray don't cry about it! said Midas, who was ashamed to confess that he himself had wrought the change which so greatly afflicted her.
human
Sit down and eat your bread and milk. You will find it easy enough to exchange a golden rose like that, which will last hundreds of years, for an ordinary one, which would wither in a day.
gpt
I don't care for such roses as this! cried Marygold, tossing it contemptuously away.
human
It has no smell, and the hard petals prick my nose.