human
O Father Owen, Father Owen! she wants to take me away with her to America, and it will break my heart--I know it will!
gpt
My child, my child, said Father Owen,
human
I can't help it, Father--I can't help it! The robin has no heart, but just feathers over his little bones.
gpt
Let me see sunshine again on your face, the priest said,
human
No misfortune to leave everything I love and go away with a stranger?
gpt
Not so great a stranger, Winifred, I ventured, reproachfully.
human
I thought we were to be friends.
gpt
I didn't know you were here!
human
Well, it doesn't matter, my dear, I replied.
gpt
You have shown nothing more than natural feeling at the prospect of parting with the scenes and friends of your childhood. But I want to tell you now in presence of Father Farley that you are free to stay or go. I shall not force you to accompany me; for perhaps, after all, you will be happier here than there.
human
Ah, happiness is not the only object of a life! Father Owen said quickly.
gpt
Why, even that little bird yonder has to give up his songs in the sunshine sometimes and go to work. He has to build his nest as a shelter for his family, and he has to find them food.