human
Yes, I know. There, that is laid in smooth. She pretended to be thinking what to put in next, and suddenly she threw herself into McDonald's lap and began to talk gayly.
gpt
It is all my fault, dear; I should have stayed little. And it doesn't make any difference. I know you love me, and oh, McDonald, I love you more, a hundred times more, than ever. If you did not love me! Think how dreadful that would be. And we shall not be separated-only by streets, don't you know. They can't separate us. I know you want me to be brave. And some day, perhaps (and she whispered in her ear--how many hundred times had she told her girl secrets in that way!),
human
Yes, dear heart, we have love and trust and hope.