human
Oh, my dear! she exclaimed rushing over to her,
gpt
Not a bit of it! sobbed the mother with a smile like sunshine through her tears.
human
I was so happy I couldn't keep from crying. Don't you ever get that way? I've just been watching you and thinking what a dear beautiful child you are and how wonderful God has been to send you to help my boy. Oh, it was so dreadful to me to think of him going down to camp with those men! My dear, I smelt liquor on their breath when they came for him, and I was just crying and praying about it when you called me up. Of course, I knew my boy wouldn't drink, but so many accidents can happen with automobiles when the driver is drunk! My dear, I never can thank you enough!
gpt
Rotten! Rotten! Rotten! like a dirge. Suppose he were? It _couldn't_ be true. It _just couldn't_, but suppose he were? Well, suppose he were! How was she hurt by doing a kind act? Having taken that stand against all her former ideas Ruth had instant peace and drifted into dreams of what she had been enjoying, the way suddenly lit by a sleepy remembrance of Wetherill's declaration:
human
He won't drink! You can't make him! It's been tried again and again!