human
Other folks have gone to live with their children, and not near such good sons as Hiram either, and they didn't make such a fuss about it, said Mr. Prentiss one evening, out of a long silence, as they sat in front of the hearth. He looked at his wife, hoping for a cheerful response, but her lips were set in a quivering line of pain, and the flickering light showed her fair broad face glistening with tears.
gpt
Oh, _mother_! he cried, in a helpless misery of sympathy.
human
Oh, mother, don't! I can't stand it! If I could only do it for you! But we _can't_ stay, you know.
gpt
Every day I live all my life over again, and my mother's, and all my folks. It has never seemed as though they really died as long as we lived here same as they did. It's like killing them all again to go away and sell the house to strangers.
human
Oh, Nathaniel, what was that?
gpt
The wind,
human
I know. But _what_ wind? It sounds like the first beginning of the wind over Eagle Rock, and that means snow!
gpt
There's a ring around the moon as plain as my wedding ring!
human
Nathaniel, the end has come, she said solemnly.
gpt
Help me get to bed.
human
I envy you! said the doctor, blowing on his stiff fingers.
gpt
Think of the bliss of being where you have only to turn a screw in your steam-radiator to escape from this beastly cold. Your son will be here on the evening train, and I'll bring him right over. You'll be ready to start tomorrow, won't you? You've had all the autumn to get packed up in.