human
It will soon be morning; the wind is rising and shaking down the fir-cones.
gpt
Fred, I must throw down the dried apples.
human
No, Kate, not now, answered he;
gpt
Oh dear, Fred, but I must! they weigh me down so!
human
Well then, do it, if you must, in the name of all that's tormenting!
gpt
There are birds in this tree!
human
O Fred, I must pour away the vinegar;
gpt
No, Kate, you must not do that; we might be discovered.
human
Oh dear me, Fred, but I must! it weighs me down so!
gpt
Then do it, if you must, in the name of all that's tormenting!
human
The morning dew is beginning to fall already.
gpt
Fred, I must throw down the door!
human
No, Kate, not now; we might be discovered.
gpt
Oh dear me, Fred, but I must! it weighs me down so.
human
No, Kate, you must hold it fast.
gpt
O Fred, it's slipping, it's falling!
human
Well then, let it fall in the name of torment!
gpt
There is something wrong about this tree!