human
Here, Mr. Adams, called Brotherton.
gpt
Won't you come back here and talk to me? But the shopkeeper felt that he should put the elder man at his ease, so he added:
human
You're a wise guy, as the Latin fathers used to say. Anyway, if Jasper ever gets to a point where he thinks marriage will pay six per cent. over and above losses, you may be a kind of step-uncle-in-law of mine. Tell me, Mr. Adams--what about children--do they pay? You know, I've always wanted children. But now--well, you see, I never thought but that people just kind of picked 'em off the bushes as you do huckleberries. I'm getting so that I can't look at a great crowd of people without thinking of the loneliness, suffering and self-denial that it cost to bring all of them into the world. Good Lord, man, I don't want lots of children--not now. And yet, children--children--why, if we could open a can and have 'em as we do most things, from sardines to grand opera, I'd like hundreds of them. Yet, I dunno,
gpt
Ah, yes, George, but when you think of what it means for two people to bring a child into the world--what the journey means--the slow, inexorable journey into the valley of the shadow means for them, close together; what tenderness springs up; what sacrifices come forth; what firm knitting of lives; what new kind of love is bred--you are inclined to think maybe Providence knew what it was about when it brought children into life by the cruel path.
human
Let me tell you something, George, continued Amos.
gpt
It's through their hope of bettering the children that Grant has moved his people in the Valley out on the little garden plots. There they are--every warmish day thousands of mothers and children and old men, working their little plots of ground, trudging back to the tenements in the evening. The love of children is the one steady, unswerving passion in these lives, and Grant has nearly harnessed it, George. And it's because Nate Perry has that love that he's giving freely here for those poor folks a talent that would make him a millionaire, and is running his mines, and his big foundry with Cap Morton besides. It's perfectly splendid to see the way a common fatherhood between him and the men is making a brotherhood. Why, man, cried Amos,
human
Hello, Aunt Avey, piped the cheery voice of the little old Doctor, as he came toddling through the front door.
gpt
It's a boy--Joe Calvin the Third.