human
Listen, Lorchen: you must run home, it is night now in the forest. Tell mother our jars have disappeared, eat your supper, and go to bed and to sleep. I will remain here and search behind every tree and everywhere, until I find the jars. I am neither hungry nor tired, and am not afraid to pass the night alone in the forest, in spite of all the stories our grand-mother used to tell of wicked spirits in the forest, hobgoblins who tease children, will-o'-the-wisps, and mountain-demons who store their treasures beneath the earth.
gpt
Come home with me, Fried, she pleaded.
human
I am afraid to go through the gloomy forest alone!
gpt
Now run along alone; see, there is the light burning in our mother's window. I shall turn back, I cannot go home empty-handed.
human
Fried, Fried!