human
THIS has been a fine day! I said, as I sat down by Brighteyes' pillow.
gpt
Certainly it cannot be said that you five mice spend your time in idleness. The only wonder is that your uncle's hair has not turned gray from anxiety, long before this. I never saw such mice. Positively, Pun-Chin is nothing to you.
human
And who is Pun-Chin? asked Brighteyes.
gpt
And who are you, if you please?
human
Pun-Chin is a Chinese mouse--I mean boy, I replied.
gpt
And I am the Man in the Moon. I live in a silver palace-- and then I told her all about myself, as I had told Downy and the twins the night before. But Brighteyes was much more excited about it all than the little ones had been. Very little children take everything for granted I find, like my friend little Mary West, who, when a great green frog jumped right into her lap the other day, as she was sitting by the brook, merely said
human
Poor frog wanted to sit down, was tired!
gpt
Oh! cried Brighteyes.
human
How delightful! how perfectly delightful! and are you really true, or am I only dreaming you? and what is your name? and may I call Nibble?
gpt
One thing at a time! I replied.
human
I certainly am true, as true as moonshine. As for dreaming me, why, that depends on what you call dreaming, you know. And as for my name--humph! can you pronounce Bmfkmgth, for example? that is the name of my dog, and it is a good name, too.
gpt
No! said Brighteyes.
human
I certainly cannot. It sounds like sneezing and barking and whistling all at once.
gpt
Exactly! I replied.
human
That is the language of the dog-star. But _my_ name is very much harder than that, so there really would be no use in my telling it to you. There are twenty-four j's in it, and seventeen g's, so you may imagine that it is difficult. The other children call me Mr. Moonman, and you may as well do so too. As for Nibble, I continued,