human
Ah! said Uncle Jack, rubbing his hands.
gpt
Now we shall see a fire, for it is cold this morning, if it _is_ the end of May. There, he continued, placing the logs carefully, and heaping the coals over them.
human
So my fire-spirit has his breakfast, as well as the rest of us. He is an excellent fellow, and should be well treated. Did you ever hear of the old woman who poked her fire-spirit till he ran away and left her?
gpt
No! cried the two mice.
human
Please tell us about her, Uncle.