human
You poor things! now you are blooming so merrily and gleaming in the sunshine, and yet to-day you will all be mown down.
gpt
Good morning, pale one, she called to Sorrow, in roguish tones.
human
Come here, and help me.
gpt
But who are you?
human
I am Sorrow, and I must wander for ever. And who are you?
gpt
I am Work; cannot you see that? Do you not see how healthy I am, and what strong arms I have.