human
Auntie, I wonder why it hurts me to try to think. I tried so hard to go to sleep in the night and I could not. Then I began to think about Jesus when he was a little boy. We are not told that he was ever ill, and had to lie in bed, are we? But I felt quite sure, if he ever did, he would do just what his mother wanted him to do, wouldn’t he? I know medicine and the bandages are not doing me any good, but it makes you happy for me to have them, doesn’t it, Auntie?
gpt
Yes, darling; it seems all that we can do for you.
human
If you understood Science, you could help me now, Auntie.
gpt
Indeed then, I wish that I did, Carol.
human
Sometimes the room seems to go dark, Auntie. In the night, two or three times, it was just as if the lamp went out, then lighted up again.
gpt
Darling, will you try to lie quite still, and close your eyes--try not to think about anything?
human
Yes, Auntie, but I do hope a message will come from Cousin Alicia to-day. You will tell me when it comes, won’t you?
gpt
Instantly, dear.
human
I wish I could go to sleep, Auntie.
gpt
I wish so too, my poor, dear boy.
human
Could you move me a tiny bit, Auntie? I ache so lying in the same position. It seems so strange not to be able to move myself at all. Error seems very real.
gpt
Miss Desmond away. Impossible to forward messages.