human
Edward I know, and Lucy's voice I can hear, but whose is that other? It must be Jane's, for she had almost forgotten the folded hands.
gpt
Oh, no, not Jane, for she--let me see--she is waiting for me, isn't she?
human
It is another daughter, grandmother, that Edward has brought, says some one,
gpt
Has she blue eyes, my son? Put her hand in mine, for she is my latest born, the child of my old age. Shall I sing you a song, children?
human
Come, children, sit around the fire. Shall I sing you a song, or tell you a story? Stir the fire, for it is cold; the nights are growing colder.