human
God in heaven, save me! If they get me, I will kill myself.
gpt
Get in the cart, she commanded,
human
Ah, ’tis the Mam’selle Morey, said the older Sister.
gpt
You were coming to St. Michael’s perhaps, with your goodly gifts?
human
I was coming, Sister—to—to adopt a child!
gpt
Why not to-day, Sister? My time is never empty. I want a boy, very young and—and good to look at.
human
Oh, but Mam’selle Morey, one does not adopt a child as one does a stray cat. Another day, Mam’selle, and we will consider gladly, but to-day——
gpt
What of to-day, Sister?
human
Well, one of our little flock has strayed, a child sadly lacking but dearly loved; we must find her.
gpt
She has been gone long?
human
She has just been missed. We will soon find her.
gpt
May I give you a lift along the road?
human
Thanks, no, Mam’selle. We will not keep to the roads. The lost one loved the woods. She’d seek them.
gpt
You are going to—to take me with you?
human
Yes.
gpt
And where?
human
To Point of Pines.
gpt
What a lovely name. And you, what may I call you?
human
Jo, Mam’selle Jo.
gpt
Mam’selle Jo. That is pretty, too, like Point of Pines. How kind you are and good. I did not know any one could be so good.
human
Lie down now, child, and sleep.
gpt
We’re going home,