human
What ails thee, king's daughter? thy tears would melt a heart of stone.
gpt
Oh, is it you, old waddler? said she;
human
I weep because my golden ball has fallen into the well.
gpt
Never mind, do not weep, answered the frog;
human
I can help you; but what will you give me if I fetch up your ball again?
gpt
Whatever you like, dear frog, said she;
human
Thy clothes, thy pearls and jewels, and thy golden crown are not for me, answered the frog;
gpt
Oh yes, she answered;
human
I will promise it all, whatever you want, if you will only get me my ball again.
gpt
What nonsense he talks! as if he could do anything but sit in the water and croak with the other frogs, or could possibly be any one's companion.