human
No, I can't sleep. I am thinking of our home.
gpt
And so am I, said the boy,
human
Yes, let us go,
gpt
But dear brother, I am afraid we never shall find our home,
human
Let us always go toward the northwest, and we shall surely reach Finland, and when we are there, the birch and the star shall be our sign. If we see the star shining through the leaves of the birch, we shall know that we are at home.
gpt
But don't you think wild beasts may devour us or robbers carry us away?
human
Remember, sister dear, the hymn which our mother taught us long ago--'Though you suffer in a foreign land, God will lead you by the hand.'
gpt
Yes, said the little girl,
human
God will send his angels to protect us in the foreign land.
gpt
Come, said the brother,
human
See, there are God's angels, who are helping us.
gpt
When shall we begin to look for our birch?
human
Not until we hear people speak the language which our father and mother spoke.