human
Suppose, Nan said to herself,
gpt
She gave a little self-reproachful sigh as she reached the sunset-tree.
human
Mother would tell me that I was in the power of an ogre, I suppose, she continued, sitting down on the gnarled roots which stretched far along above soil.
gpt
Mother would say old ogre Impatience and the bad fairy that makes me get to dreaming, had me in their clutches. Maybe they have. I wish I could tell my fairy godmother about it, and that she could give me a phial of precious liquid to squeeze on the ogre's eyelids so he would go to sleep and never wake up; and I wish she would give me a charm to change the fairy that makes me dream into one that would make me jump right up and get dressed in a jiffy. I wonder why it is I always love so to moon over my shoes and stockings. All sorts of ideas come to me then. Perhaps if I did nothing but put on shoes and stockings I'd some day have an idea come to me that would be worth while.
human
The holy city, said Nan, becoming grave.
gpt
That is where papa is. Now up go the roses, she went on as pink clouds detached themselves and drifted off overhead.
human
I'm sending you those roses, papa, she said.
gpt
Please take them into heaven with you and I'll try to get rid of the ogre Impatience and the Poppy fairy. Poppies put you to sleep they say, so I'll call her that. To-morrow I'll stand on one foot to put on my shoes and stockings, for if I sit down I am lost. I wish I knew, papa darling, if you could look through those bright golden cracks in the sky and could see me standing here under the sunset-tree.
human
Where have you been?
gpt
In the enchanted woods, returned Nan,
human
I can do it now, said Mary Lee eagerly.
gpt
I got Mitty to show me. See, Nan.
human
I don't know that step, but I know another one,