human
Nell, why didn't you take the money? he would say.
gpt
It's just the same to sell flowers as milk: isn't it?
human
No, said Nelly,
gpt
I don't think it is. The flowers are not ours.
human
Whose are they?
gpt
God's,
human
Well, what makes you steal 'em, then?
gpt
God likes to have us pick them: I know he does, said Nelly, earnestly.
human
He gives them all to us for every summer as long as we live.
gpt
Oh, pshaw, Nell! said Rob.
human
He don't do any such thing. They just grow: that's all.