human
So, he said somberly,
gpt
Yes, Mr. King. I came because Jimsy was in trouble, and to-morrow I'm going to him.
human
You're going ... to Mexico?
gpt
Yes; alone.
human
No King woman ever ... held harder ... than that! he gasped.
gpt
You're a good girl, Honor Carmody. They knew ... what to ... name you, didn't they?
human
Didn't you know I'd 'hold hard' when you let Jimsy give me this?
gpt
Jeanie wore it five years.... My mother wore it thirty.... Honor Carmody, you're a good girl.... You make me ... ashamed.... Tell the boy that ... I'm sorry ... that letter. Bring him back ... in time.... He fell back, limp, gasping, and the doctor signaled to the girl to go. As she was slipping through the door the sick man spoke again, querulously.
human
Damn that mocking-bird ... make somebody shoot him!... There was one singing when Jimsy was born ... and when Jeanie went ... and this one now, mocking, mocking....
gpt
Oh, Mr. King, she said, with shy fervor,
human
It was a long speech for Honor and she was a little shy and breathless.
gpt
I _know_ he doesn't mean it the way you think! He's telling us that the sad, hard, terrible things are not the real things! Suddenly she bent and kissed his cold forehead.
human
Oh, Mr. King, if you listen to him with--with your _heart_--you'll hear it! He's mocking at trouble and disgrace,--and misunderstanding and silly pride! He's--_hear him now!_--he's mocking at pain and sorrow and--and _death_!