human
Was the spinning woman _you_, Miss Thusa? whispered she, afraid of the sound of her own voice;
gpt
Hush, foolish child! said Miss Thusa, resuming her natural tone;
human
Please, Miss Thusa, she pleaded,
gpt
I thought the child had more sense, exclaimed the oracle.
human
I didn't think she was such a little goose as this, continued she, depositing her between the nice warm blankets.
gpt
Nobody ever troubles good little girls--the holy angels take care of them. There, good night--shut your eyes and go to sleep.
human
Please don't take the light, entreated Helen,
gpt
I guess you will, said Miss Thusa,
human
Then catching up the lamp, she shot out of the room, repeating to herself,
gpt
Poor child! She does hate the dark so! That _was_ a powerful story, to be sure. I shouldn't wonder if she dreamed about it. I never did see a child that listens to anything as she does. It's a pleasure to amuse her. Little monkey! She really acts as if 'twas all true. I know that's my master piece; that is the reason I'm so choice of it. It isn't every one that can tell a story as I can--that's certain. It's my _gift_--I mustn't be proud of it. God gives some persons one talent, and some another. We must all give an account of them at last. I hope 'twill never be said I've hid mine in a napkin.