human
You're late, you lot of Failings, and the kinglet will scold.
gpt
Don't stare! it said, with a laugh.
human
First Prize.
gpt
Some day you'll sprout, said the Disagreeable,
human
Some day you'll meet with an accident, my dear Failing; but when you're planted in the ground you'll not sprout at all. That's where I'm your superior, for I'm perpetual. Every one of my eyes is good for a half-peck of potatoes, at least.
gpt
Unless you're boiled with your jacket on,
human
Come, come! Let us on, interrupted the little man with the big head.
gpt
Our kinglet doubtless awaits us.
human
Some one is following us, and it's a stranger.