human
And does not this parchment give you a claim to your inheritance?
gpt
Undoubtedly, replied Ferber,
human
No, let all that rest, said the forester with decision;
gpt
Aha! Elsie, now we know where you got your slender waist and those feet that trip over the sward, scarcely bending the blades of grass, said her uncle.
human
You are just such a forest-butterfly as your ancestress, and would flutter just so against the bars of your cage if you were shut up within locked doors; there is gypsy blood in your veins were you ten times Gold Elsie and though your skin is like a snowdrift. There, put on those things, you will find that you can dance in them easily.
gpt
Oh no, uncle, cried Elizabeth deprecatingly,