human
Aunt, said Angel,
gpt
He does what he ought, like the good dog he is,
human
And why is he called Melampo?
gpt
He is called so, answered Elvira,
human
Aunt, said Angela, running after a little bird,
gpt
I can't catch this swallow.
human
That is not a swallow. Swallows do not come till spring, and these you must never catch nor molest.
gpt
Why not, aunt?
human
Because they are friends to man, they confide in him and make their nests under his eaves. They are the birds that pulled the thorns out of the Saviour's crown when he hung upon the cross.
gpt
What has he done to himself? what is the matter with mother's glory?
human
What is the matter? Sweet little face, covered with mud. Bless his pretty eyes and his mouth, and his poor little hands!