human
He knows me now, she said.
gpt
I suppose he'll get well--without legs--and with only one arm--I've seen them on the street selling pencils--oh, little Ben! she cried. Then she turned on Grant in anger.
human
Grant Adams--go on with your revolution. I'm for it--and the quicker the better--but don't come around talking peace to me. Us mothers want to fight.
gpt
But it will do us good,
human
Force against force and we lose--they have the guns,
gpt
Well, I'd rather feed my babies to good merciful guns than to wheels,
human
I guess I'm mad to-day, Grant. Go on up. Maybe they'll let you look at him. He smiled at me--just as he did when Doctor Nesbit showed him to me the day he was born.
gpt
Only the Doc tried to tell me that babies don't smile. But I know better, Ben smiled--just like the one to-day.
human
Well, Mrs. Bowman, rejoined Grant,
gpt
Oh, Doc Jim's all right, Grant,
human
Marseillaise