human
What is it? she whispered.
gpt
Are you ill?
human
Oh no, said Guacha.
gpt
But you all love each other so dearly and I have no one to love, only Chiquita,
human
You have me,
gpt
But you are going away from me,
human
No, my child. Maria's father laid his hand kindly upon the little Indian's dark head.
gpt
You may come with us if you will.
human
Oh, papa! cried Maria, her face alight with eager delight.
gpt
Will you really take Guacha back with us?
human
I thought that you might like to have her go back with us and play that she was your sister, he said pleasantly.
gpt
Your aunt says she will take care of you both during the rest of the year, and the old people who have cared for your little friend are ready to give her to us if she wants to come. How about it, Guacha? Will you go far off to Para and be Guacha's sister?
human
May I take Chiquita? she asked.
gpt
He hasn't a friend in all the world but me.
human
Of course you may take your birdie, you dear little girl, said the Senhora,
gpt
You are all so good, she said.
human
I could never be anything but happy with you.
gpt
It will be ever so jolly,
human
Yes, said Martim.
gpt
I'll have another girl cousin to tease, but she won't treat me as unkindly as you treat your Brazilian cousins, Maria.
human
Well, maybe not, laughed Maria,