human
She would rather stay where she can help him than go away to a home of her own with any other man, Ellen said to herself; and the little twinge of envy became almost a pang. She stood staring out of the window, her dark eyes heavy with her thoughts, her lips taking on a little twist of pain. Then, presently, she lifted her head.
gpt
She will never, never let him know. He will never discover it for himself. But if she can find happiness in being of use to him, and he can reward her by being her good friend, why should I mind? Can't I be generous enough for that, when I know I have his heart? Her love for him won't hurt him. She can't take it back, but she will never let it show so that he can feel more of it than is good for him. It is so little for me to spare her--so much for her to have. I will be glad, I _will_ be glad!
human
Oh, Auntie Ellen, he cried,
gpt
he added, regretfully.
human
It was a dandy ball.
gpt
But it was nice to give it away, too, wasn't it, Bob?
human
You're cryin', Auntie Ellen, he said, anxiously.
gpt
Does sumpin' hurt you?
human
Nothing that ought to hurt, dear. It's too bad that being generous does hurt sometimes. But it ought not to hurt, when we have so much more than some of the others, ought it, Bob?
gpt
Please tilt your parasol back the least bit more, Miss Austin. That's it! Now walk toward me, up this path, till you reach the rosebush.