human
His grief, she said,
gpt
Percy, my dear boy, you must not grieve like this.
human
Oh, Mother, I can never, never, be happy again if Carol dies. If he had not been there with them, the bull would have tossed my little sisters. Jane said he stood between them and the bull. He is the bravest boy, and I--I--called him a--a--
gpt
If only I could tell him I did not mean it, and ask him to forgive me, Mother. Oh! won’t he ever be able to speak to me again?
human
Dear Percy, I hope so. Sir Wilfrid Wynne is with him now, and everything possible will be done for him. I am sure, darling, he would not like you to grieve like this. He always has such loving thoughts of others.