human
David, he said finally,
gpt
Carlstrom, the gunsmith, is going home to Sweden.
human
At last!
gpt
He _says_ he is going.
human
Then it's all decided, she said;
gpt
No, said the Scotch Preacher,
human
Dr. McAlway hasn't made up his mind, I said,
gpt
David, he said,
human
Man, man, how my old mither greeted for Scotland! I mind how a sprig of heather would bring the tears to her eyes; and for twenty years I dared not whistle Bonnie Doon
gpt
Charlie Is My Darling
human
We all know the longing for old places and old times,
gpt
No, no, David, it's more than that. It's the wanting and the longing to see the hills of your own land, and the town where you were born, and the street where you played, and the house----
human
Ah, well, it's hard for those who have it.
gpt
But I haven't heard Carlstrom refer to Sweden for years, I said.
human
Is it homesickness, or just old age?
gpt
There ye have it, Davy; the nail right on the head! exclaimed the Scotch Preacher.
human
Is it homesickness, or is he just old and tired?