human
What are you here for? he cried savagely.
gpt
You don't love her. You would better get out of the way.
human
I shall die if Phronsie is dead,
gpt
Give her to me!
human
You would better let us carry her; well put her in your bed. Only get the doctor.
gpt
Mamsie, cried Polly, creeping over to her like a hurt little thing,
human
I don't believe but that she'll be all right. God won't let anything happen to our Phronsie. He couldn't, Mamsie.