human
Queen rose of the rose-bud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done. In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one. Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun. The Red Rose cries, 'She is near; she is near!' And the White Rose weeps, 'She is late!'
gpt
All right, papa, I'll come at once; and then, with a bow, smile, and hand-clasp for Mabel, she added,
human
You come with me, for you are a stranger here, and we will lead the opening dance together. Then throwing her head back merrily, so that her curls touched her fathers arm, she laughingly continued:
gpt
What a papa--'the dances are _done_!' They haven't commenced; nor will they until I start them ; and with the gay raillery which her father so thoroughly understood, added,
human
I shall punish you by asking you to help mamma to receive, not only for yourself, but for me too.