human
Oh, my child! my little Tommy! will no one save my Tommy? Any woman might have uttered the same words, but the look which explained them could only come from a mother. Trueman did not stay to ask if she were owner of the house, and mother of the child. It was his way to do all the good that could be done first, and then to ask questions. All he said was,
gpt
Tell me which is the room?