human
Lilias, if you are not too weary, I should like you to go out for me to Dr Gordon's, love, if it will not be too much for you.
gpt
I'm not weary, aunt. I'll go, if you wish.
human
Lilias, said her aunt, drawing her towards her, and kissing her fondly,
gpt
Oh, aunt, I wish to be patient, indeed I do. But I fear I am not really patient at heart.
human
It's not wrong for you to weep for your mother, Lilias; you must do that. But you know `He doth not afflict willingly;' and you can trust His love, though you cannot see why this great sorrow has been sent upon you. You can say, `Thy will, not mine, be done.'
gpt
I am trying, Aunt Janet,