human
Well, come to me then! Are you afeared of an old woman?
gpt
We are not--not too presentable, Grandmother.
human
That's no matter. You must be Benjamin--awkward still, I see. And Reuben, whom I never saw--yes, yes, anyone would know you for brothers. You take after your mother's side somewhat, in appearance. Rachel Cory sighed gustily.
gpt
Thankful heart, Benjamin--don't cry! We all die, don't we? Pity but men would give more thought to what cometh after. I said don't cry. Your father's death, Benjamin, is a grievous thing, and you will remember that I have lost a son. Am I weeping? Am I, my dear?
human
No, Grandmother.
gpt
Benjamin, let us understand one another from the beginning. I remember you as a child, willful and headstrong. If you and Reuben are to bide here until you can maintain yourselves, as of course you shall, you must walk in the one right way. Your father erred, who might have been one of the Saints; concerning your poor mother, I will not speak. Your father strayed. Benjamin, Reuben, in the Book of Psalms it is written: The judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.