human
Where am I?
gpt
You fell down, dear, replied Nurse Evelyn,
human
It feels funny, replied Stella,
gpt
she added, staring about her in amazement at the strange faces, the holly in the strange surroundings, at the nurses in their pretty costumes with their white caps and aprons, and at the sleeping children clutching their toys. In the cot next to hers, however, the little fair-haired boy looked awake. His eyes in their aimless wandering were now fixed on the high window through which the stars were twinkling at him, and the Evening Star looked fixedly down upon him. His hands lay listlessly on the polished wooden box. The music had changed, and in his ear it sang of
human
Angels ever bright and fair.
gpt
He is a little foundling, said Nurse Evelyn.
human
He was abandoned in the cold streets.
gpt
Are you better?
human
Talk to him to-morrow, dear,