human
Why don't you speak, mamma? asked Arthur:
gpt
No, dear, replied Mrs. Cook:
human
I am not angry: only very, very sorry; and I am trying to think what we can do to make you happy when we go away. I shall be very sorry if all our pleasant time here only makes you unhappier after you go home. You were very contented before we came here.
gpt
I don't think I was very, mamma, said Arthur, sadly.
human
I always wanted a boy or a girl; and none of the boys and girls in New York cared any thing about me,--only my things; but Nelly is just like my own sister,--at least I guess that's the way sisters are,--and Rob is just like my brother. Mamma, I can't go away! I don't see why you can't leave me. You and papa would come back in the spring. Oh, mamma, let me! let me!
gpt
My darling child! she said,
human
Yes, sobbed Arthur;
gpt
Dear boy, you don't seem to think, said his mother,
human
Oh, mamma, would you, really? How could you be? I'm only a bother: I can't go round with you or any thing. I think you'd have a great deal better time without me. Perhaps I'd get so I could walk if I stayed here all winter. You know one doctor said I ought to stay a whole year.
gpt
Arthur, dear, said Mrs. Cook, earnestly,
human
Will you ask him to let me stay?
gpt
I will tell him how you feel about being separated from Nelly and Rob, replied his mother;