human
I'll fetch the lantern, master. But that's the last of Snowfoot's good milk you'll ever drink,
gpt
What? Is anything wrong with her?
human
The cow-house is in ruins. So are the poultry coops. What with falling ill yourself just at the worst time and fetchin' home other sick folks we might all go to wrack and nobody the better.
gpt
Fie, good Angelique! Never so happy as when you're miserable. Come on. Nothing must suffer if we can prevent. Take care of our guest, Margot, but give him his nourishment slowly, at intervals. I'll get some tools, and join you at the shed, Angelique.