human
I can't do it, Pa, he gasped.
gpt
I just can't make the nails for her coffin. I feel like somebody's drivin' 'em through my heart!
human
Why, we must make it, Boy--hit's the last thing we kin do ter show our love fur her--ter make it all smooth an' purty outen this fine dark wood. Yer wouldn't put her in the ground an' throw the cold dirt right on her face, would you?
gpt
No--no--I wouldn't do that! Yes, I'll help--we must make it beautiful, mustn't we?