human
Ah! it’s that nice boy, Jean, laughed Jo eagerly.
gpt
Wait, son, the wounded and sick were all
human
to Mam’selle now,
gpt
Ah! Mam’selle. And to think I used to run from you when I was a silly lout of a kid. I did not know your great heart then, Mam’selle,
human
It’s my turn to run after you now, she said softly.
gpt
It is worth the run, though, son. You’re good sorts, the lot of you.