human
And then a sweet child voice said: 'Open your arms, dear Mother, for I have come back to you, and all the earth is green and blossoming!'
gpt
O, I'm so glad she came back, she cried.
human
Tell me about it again.
gpt
You found my vocation for me, he said eagerly,
human
I knew you could. I heard you once 'telling' to Jonathan Edwards out under the hemlocks when you thought no one else was listening. It's a glorious gift, dear, and I feel sure you'll do wonders with it some day. See! Hannah and Frieda are almost crying! Come on, girls. She doesn't even know what she has done. We'll have to take her home and have her mother explain it!
gpt
Professional? Work? A vocation? Anything so simple and delightful, and _natural_ as telling stories? Could _I_ do something that would make lots of people happier and better, as Aunt Clara's pictures do, and Mother's work and Father's?
human
I'll race you all to the porch steps. One, two, three, scramble!