human
Who’s the new gun for, Father—me?
gpt
Yes, you can shoot well enough now to be trusted with a gun. Lige can use the old rifle. I bought one of those new Colt’s revolvers for you, Mother.
human
For _me_, Joshua? Hannah Peniman opened her blue eyes very wide.
gpt
Why, dear man, thee knows that I could never use a gun. I am deathly afraid of them.
human
We are going away into the wilderness, Hannah, he said very gravely,
gpt
What is it, Joshua?