human
Ah! you have come to see your good work completed, she said.
gpt
See what a healthy little boy I have brought back with me.
human
We had just a delicious time, said Harold,
gpt
Do you know, said Mrs. Home,
human
I think you were scarcely, for all your great, great, and real kindness, scarcely perfect even in that respect. I never knew until a few days ago, and then it was in a letter from herself, that you are so soon to marry Charlotte Harman.
gpt
Yes, we are to be married on the twentieth, answered Hinton,
human
Has she written to you? I am glad.
gpt
I had one letter from her. She wrote to ask about my boy, and to tell me this of you.
human
She takes a great interest in you,
gpt
And I in her. I believe I can read character fairly well, and in her I see----
human
What?
gpt
In brow, eyes, and lips I see truth, honor, love, bravery. Mr. Hinton, you deserve it all, but, nevertheless, you are drawing a great prize in your wife.
human
I believe I am,
gpt
When _can_ I see my pretty lady again? asked Harold, suddenly.
human
If you are going to marry her, do you mean to take her quite, quite away? When may I see her?
gpt
Before very long, I hope, my dear boy,
human
He has talked of her so often, said the mother.
gpt
I never saw any one who in so short a time so completely won the heart of a little child; I believe the thought of her helped to make him well. Ah! how thankful I am when I look at him; but Mr. Hinton, there is another thing which gives me great joy just now.
human
And that?
gpt
Last night something very wonderful happened. I was at home not two hours, when I was surprised by a visit from one whom I had never seen before and whom I had supposed to be in his grave for over twenty years. My dear mother had one brother who went to Australia shortly after her marriage. From Australia the news reached her of his death. He was not dead; he came back again. I had a visit from that uncle last night.
human
How strange!
gpt
Yes; I have not heard his story yet. He met my little Daisy in Regent's Park, and found out who she was through her likeness to my mother. Is it not all like a romance? I had not an idea who the dear old man was when he came to visit me last night; but how glad I am now to feel that my own mother's brother is still alive!