human
Come nearer to me, mother, she said.
gpt
Come near and speak to me.
human
What do you wish, darling?
gpt
Mother, I am dying--I am going to Heaven,
human
Don't cry mother, continued the child.
gpt
I am going to a good place, and do not feel afraid to die.
human
Don't speak that way, darling. You are not going to die. The physician will soon be here, and he will give you some thing which will get you better.
gpt
No, mother, I cannot get better; I know I am going to die. Last night, while sleeping, an angel told me in my dream, that I would sleep with God to-night.
human
That was only a dream, darling, Mrs. Wentworth replied,