human
Hannah, my dear sister---- But, oh, God! I cannot deceive you,
gpt
Elizabeth, said he to his daughter, who was sitting by the parlor fire,
human
I always thought that child would never be raised, sir--he was so smart and clever, and so dutiful to his ma. He was too good for this world, sir. How long has he been sick, sir?
gpt
Little more than a week; but I beg you will be silent, lest you disturb them in the next room.
human
Yes, sir, certainly. Sick people ought to be kept quiet, though perhaps that don't much matter when they are dying. Well, poor little fellow; he was a pretty child, and will look lovely in his shroud and cap, and----
gpt
Hush!
human
Look up, Hannah, your child is restored.
gpt
Kiss me, mamma,