human
What is it, my sister? There can surely be nothing you should be afraid to utter to my ear.
gpt
Not afraid,
human
But why do you weep, my sweet Blossom?
gpt
Because one of your people has killed one of my people, answered the Indian girl sorrowfully.
human
Is not that enough to make me weep?
gpt
Indeed! exclaimed Edith.
human
I am much grieved to hear it, Blossom; but when did this happen, and how?
gpt
It happened only yesterday, replied the girl,
human
But I trust it was none near and dear to thee, Blossom, or to the Black Eagle,
gpt
No, no, answered Otaitsa;