human
I's so glad you's come, Joe,
gpt
Are 'e, my honey?
human
Ay, she replied;
gpt
I wanted to see yer once more. You's been very good to me, Joe, and to Benny, an' I wanted to thank you afore I died.
human
I dunna want thanks, honey,
gpt
I know yer does not want 'em, Joe; but it does me good, an' I shall tell the Lord when I gets to heaven how good you've been.
human
Seaward fast the tide is gliding, Shores in sunlight stretch away.
gpt
You'll not be long afore you comes too, will yer, Joe?
human
Perhaps the Lord will let me look at you through the gate, sobbed Joe;
gpt
Oh, yes, Joe, she said, opening her eyes with such a pained look.
human
Does you think the Lord does not love yer as much as I do? An' won't He be as glad to see yer as I shall?
gpt
It does look reasonable like, my purty, said Joe;