human
I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air, I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
gpt
Here, daddy, give these to the poor little boys that are cold and homesick?
human
Now that we are half-way across the ocean, said Mrs. Sherman, next morning,
gpt
I may give you Allison Walton's letter. She enclosed it in one her mother wrote, and asked me not to give it to you until we were in mid-ocean. I suppose her experience in coming over from Manila taught her that letters are more appreciated then than at the beginning of the voyage.
human
It is dated '_The Beeches_.' I thought that they were in Lloydsboro Valley all summah, in the cottage next to the churchyard. That one you used to like, she added, turning to Betty.
gpt
The one with the high green roof and deah little diamond-shaped window-panes.
human
So they are in the Valley, answered her mother.
gpt
But their new house is finished now, and they have moved into that. As they have left all the beautiful beech grove standing around it, they have decided to call the place The Beeches, as ours is called Locust, on account of the trees in front of it.
human
It is General Walton's family of whom we were speaking, she explained.
gpt
Since his death in Manila they have been living in Louisville, until recently. We are so delighted to think that they have now come to the Valley to live. It was Mrs. Walton's home in her girlhood, and her mother's place, Edgewood, is just across the avenue from The Beeches. Lloyd and the little girls are the best of friends, and we are all interested in Ranald, the only son. He was the youngest captain in the army, you know. He received his appointment and was under fire before he was twelve years old.