human
How is baby to-night, Lottie?
gpt
Better, I think; his tooth is through at last. He will have rest now for a bit, poor little darling.
human
We must be careful to keep him from catching another cold. And how is Anne getting on?
gpt
As well as we can expect from such an ignorant little mite. And oh! Angus, the nursery is such a cold, draughty room, and I do--I do wish we were rich.
human
Why, my Lottie, what has come to you? said her husband, touched and alarmed by this rare show of feeling
gpt
What is it, dear? You wish we were rich, so do not I; I am quite content. I go among so very much poorer people than myself, Lottie, that it always seems to me I have far more than my fair share of life's good things; but, at any rate my Lottie, crying won't make us rich, so don't waste your strength over it.
human
I can't help it sometimes, Angus; it goes to my heart to see you shivering in such a great-coat as you have just taken off, and then I know you want better food, and wine; you are so tired this moment you can scarcely speak. What a lot of good some port wine would do you!
gpt
And what a lot of good, wishing for it will do me! Come Lottie, be sensible; we must not begin to repine for what we have not got, and cannot get. Let us think of our mercies.
human
You make me ashamed of myself, Angus. But these thoughts don't come to me for nothing; the fact is--yes, I will tell you at last, I have long been making up my mind. The truth is, Angus, I can't look at the children--I can't look at you and see you all suffering, and hold my peace any longer. We are poor, very--very--dreadfully poor, but we ought to be rich.
gpt
Lottie!