human
Child, I see the look of heaven's peace on your face. Your wish must bring good to one like me. Bid me God-speed.
gpt
God speed you! said Lilias, reverently, and wondering much.
human
And God avert the evil that you dread!
gpt
There are so many troubles in life, she thought;
human
When will it end?
gpt
If I only were strong and well again! If God would only make me well again, and show me what to do!
human
Come into the house, Lilias, my dear. There's a cold wind creeping round the hill, and the ground is damp yet. You mustn't sit longer there.
gpt
I won't put you into the parlour, for a fire's pleasant yet, May though it be. Sit down here, and I'll be through with my baking in a few minutes.