human
We can have a bazaar here, she said,
gpt
Big-wigs? said Sibyl,
human
People, my dear child, who are high up in the social scale.
gpt
I don't understand, mother, answered Sibyl.
human
Oh, do look at this rose, did you ever see such a perfect beauty? May I pick it, mother? It is just perfect, isn't it, not quite full out and yet not a bud. I'd like very much to send it to my ownest father.
gpt
Silly child! Yes, of course you may pick it, but it will be dead long before it reaches him.
human
It's heart won't be dead,