human
Ever since then the male sparrow has shown his gratitude to George in a truly wonderful manner. When he goes into the garden the sparrow will fly to him, sometimes alighting on his head, at other times on his shoulder, all the while pouring out a tumultuous song of praise and gratitude.
gpt
How is it, Richard, said Jenny one day,
human
Oh, no, it is because our language is different. In fact, they really think we do not speak at all, and it seems to them that where there is no speech there is little or no thought.
gpt
What language does Master George speak, Richard?
human
English, dear, a beautiful language when well spoken and especially when well sung.
gpt
And what language do we speak, Richard?
human
Our language is Song-Sparrowish.
gpt
Dear me, said Jenny,
human
He does indeed, he does, because he is well acquainted with us. I overheard him say the other day that he understood our ways well, and that our musical language and gratitude were to him a great delight.
gpt
Here he comes, exclaimed Jenny.
human
See, he opens the garden-gate. I do love to see his winsome, cheerful face.
gpt
And he is both brave and kind,
human
Now raise your song of gratitude, dear, and sing your very best.