human
All I've got now, she murmured.
gpt
Nothing else left--nothing else at all.
human
I heard you moving about, and I've brought you something hot to drink,
gpt
That's real good of you, Aunt Kate, was the cheerful reply.
human
But it's near supper-time, and I don't need it.
gpt
It's boneset tea--for your cold, answered Aunt Kate, gently, and put it on the high dressing-table made of a wooden box and covered with muslin.
human
For your cold, Cassy,
gpt
Is my cold bad--so bad that I need boneset?
human
It's comforting, is boneset tea, even when there's no cold, 'specially when the whiskey's good, and the boneset and camomile has steeped some days.
gpt
Have you been steeping them some days?
human
It's always good to be prepared, and I didn't know but what the cold you used to have might be come back, she said.
gpt
But I'm glad if it ain't--if that cough of yours is only one of the measly little hacks people get in the East, where it's so damp.