human
It's all wonderful--wonderful out here, little Joan, he said, smiling tenderly down upon her sweet face from the superior height at which Cæsar carried him.
gpt
Seems like we're goin' to read pages of a--fresh book. Seems like the old book's all mussed up, so we can't learn its lessons ever again.
human
It's the same book, dear, only it's a different chapter. You see the story always goes on. It must go on--to the end. Characters drop out. They die, or are--killed. Incidents happen, some pleasant, some--full of sadness. But that's all part of the story, and must be. The story always goes on to the end. You see, she added with a tender smile,
gpt
An' the--gal-hero.
human
There's no heroine to this story, she said.
gpt
You need courage to be a heroine, and I--I have none. Do you know, Buck, she went on seriously,
human
Wrong, wrong, little gal, he said with a warmth of decision.
gpt
When you came to us--to me, an' we saw your trouble, we jest set to work to clear a heap o' cobwebs from your mind. That was up to us, because you were sure sufferin', and you needed help. But all we said, all we told you not to believe, those things were sure marked out, an' you, an' all of us had to go thro' with 'em. We can't talk away the plans o' Providence. You jest had to come to that farm. You jest had to do all the things you did. Maybe your auntie, in that queer way of hers, told you the truth, maybe she saw things us others didn't jest see. Who can tell?