human
He air a funny man, an' he tells funny stories, giggled the child, when Donald had exhausted his memory and imagination.
gpt
In course thar hain't no sech things.
human
Indeed thar _air_, ef he says thar air,
gpt
What, doll babies thet open an' shet thar eyes, an' say 'maw' an' 'paw' like weuns, Smiles?
human
Wait until I go back home, and I'll send you one that can do every one of those wonderful things, laughed Donald.
gpt
I mean to send Rose a present, too.
human
Oh, cried the latter,
gpt
I shall be more'n obleeged ter ye.
human
What would you like best,
gpt
I reckon I should like best a white dress an' cap, like the nurses wear.
human
Very well, that shall be yours, and I'm also going to send you a little book of poems called 'The Child's Garden of Verses', written by another man who looked on babies as flowers, too.