human
Who will read the Bible to me, Charlotte, when you are gone? Mary cannot read, and if she could, who could understand what she read, and Sophy hates everything that is serious, and is too selfish to trouble herself to read aloud to me.
gpt
Mother, I have thought much about that of late, said the sick girl, raising herself on the pillow into a sitting posture, and speaking with great earnestness.
human
The doctor said yesterday that I might survive for six or seven weeks longer,--'perhaps,' he added, 'until the latter end of Autumn.' During that time, could I not teach you to read?
gpt
At fifty years of age, Charlotte?
human
And why not, mother? said Charlotte, calmly.
gpt
It would be a great comfort to you, during the long, lonely hours you pass in bed; the thing may appear difficult, but I assure you that it is not impossible.
human
And then your weak state; think how it would fatigue you, my dear child?
gpt
So far from that, mother, it would afford me the greatest delight,