human
How fared thee, to-day, son?
gpt
I haven't struck the lode yet, mother, said the dwarf, cheerfully,
human
But who have we here? A young girl, and very pretty,
gpt
Only a poor friendless child, who came to the door a little while ago, weeping and asking shelter,
human
Treat her kindly, mother; she will be company for you, and by-and-by I may marry her, but I have no time to think of women now.