human
You shall be our shepherd, she said, pleasantly,
gpt
she continued, turning to the Squire,
human
Very well, replied the Squire,
gpt
Come to me in the morning, my little man, and I will give you a silver horn to blow, that you may call the sheep and the cows whenever they go astray. What is your name?
human
Oh, never mind his name, papa! broke in the Squire's daughter;
gpt
I shall call him Little Boy Blue, since he is dressed in blue from head to foot, and his dress but matches his eyes. And you must give him a good wage, also, for surely no Squire before ever had a prettier shepherd boy than this.
human
Very good, said the Squire, cheerfully, as he pinched his daughter's rosy cheek;