human
Stop! he cried in an excited voice, and the girl obeyed, wonderingly.
gpt
Tell me, he continued, more gently,
human
My father brought them to me from Regos,
gpt
From Regos!
human
Yes. Are they not pretty? asked Zella, looking down at her feet to admire them.
gpt
One of them my father found by the palace wall, and the other on an ash-heap. So he brought them to me and they fit me perfectly.
human
What is your name, little maid?
gpt
I am called Zella, and my father is Nikobob, the charcoal-burner.
human
Zella is a pretty name. I am Inga, Prince of Pingaree, said he,
gpt
Must I give up my pretty shoes, then? she asked.
human
They are the only ones I have ever owned.
gpt
Please let me have them, Zella. See! I will exchange for them the shoes I now have on, which are newer and prettier than the others.
human
If you will give me the shoes, continued the boy, anxiously,
gpt
I will promise to make you and your father and mother rich and prosperous. Indeed, I will promise to grant any favors you may ask of me,
human
I'll see if they will fit me,