human
And how long will you be gone, papa?
gpt
How long? he repeated, stroking her curls tenderly as he spoke;
human
Oh, yes; I watch for them every spring,
gpt
And do you know the dingle-bells that grow near the edge of the wood?
human
I know them well, papa, replied Mary,
gpt
And how about the cockle-shells?
human
Them also I know, said Mary eagerly, for she was glad her father should find her so well acquainted with the field flowers;
gpt
Why, just this, sweetheart, returned the sailor gravely;