human
I can’t stay still any longer, Mother, he said.
gpt
It is getting dark. Father and Sam ought to have been here long ago; they must have lost their way in this blizzard. Let Lige and me go out to meet them.
human
What good would that do? she asked.
gpt
You could not find them—perhaps you too would get lost—perhaps none of you would ever come home. Oh, God, have I not given enough, enough!
human
But, Mother, he said firmly,
gpt
Yes, you must go. It is thy duty—I would not keep thee from it. Go—go quickly! Thy father may be needing thee!