human
Never mind, Dick, said the squire laughing.
gpt
Some day when we've given them smiling pastures and corn-fields, instead of water and bog and ague, they will be ashamed of themselves.
human
But--
gpt
Well, but what, sir?
human
I was only going to say, father, isn't it a pity to spoil the fen?
gpt
Dick, he said gravely,
human
I say, said the latter,
gpt
Well, I can't help it, said Dick, who felt irritated and ashamed.
human
It does seem a pity to spoil all the beautiful pools and fishing places, and instead of having beds of reeds full of birds, for there to be nothing but fields and a great ugly drain. Why, the flowers, and butterflies, and nesting places will all be swept away. What do we care for fields of corn!
gpt
My father cares for them, and he says it will be the making of this part of the country.
human
Unmaking, he means,