human
Mother, mother! she cried,
gpt
Thank God! thank God! we may yet be saved.
human
Oh, yes, mother, answered the little one,
gpt
God did not mean that we should die. I will hold you up, until my arm burns off. Don't be afraid--I will never let you go. Only see, dear mother, how strong I am. I have wound your long hair all round my hand. Do not shut your eyes, dear mother--look at me. While you look at me, I can bear any thing.