human
Oh, how glad I am we could all come to-day! said Mr. January, in his crisp, clear tones, throwing off his great fur coat, and rushing to the blazing fire.
gpt
There is nothing like the happy returns of these days.
human
Nothing, indeed, simpered Mrs. February, the poetess.
gpt
If I had had time I should have composed some verses for the occasion; but my son Valentine has brought a sugar heart, with a sweet sentiment on it, to his cousin Thanksgiving. I, too, have taken the liberty of bringing a sort of adopted child of mine, young Leap Year, who makes us a visit every four years.
human
He is very welcome, I am sure, said Mrs. November, patting Leap Year kindly on the head.
gpt
And, Sister March, how have you been since we last met?
human
Oh! we have had the North, South, East, and West Winds all at our house, and they have kept things breezy, I assure you. But I really feared we should not get here to-day; for when we came to dress I found nearly everything we had was lent; so that must account for our shabby appearance.
gpt
He! he! he! tittered little April Fool.
human
What a sell!