human
Angus, you know how nearly we lost our boy a week ago?
gpt
Yes, my dearest, he said.
human
But God was merciful.
gpt
Oh! Angus, she said; and now relief came to her, for as she spoke she began to weep.
human
You are good, you are brave, you could have let him go. But for me--for me--it would have killed me. I should have died or gone mad!
gpt
Lottie dear--my darling, you are over-strung. The trial, the fiery trial, was not sent. Why dwell on what our loving Father has averted?
human
Oh, Angus! but has He--has He, then choking with pent-up emotion, she told what the doctor had said to-day, how necessary the expensive change was for the little life.
gpt
And we have no money, she said in conclusion,
human
Very nearly empty indeed,
gpt
Angus, God is cruel if for the sake of wanting a little money our boy must die.
human
Don't, said the curate--God was so precious to him that these words smote on him even now with a sense of agony--
gpt
He is cruel if He lets our boy die for want of money to save him,
human
He won't do that, Lottie--He will never do that, there is not the least fear.
gpt
Then how are we to get the money?
human
I don't know, I cannot think to-night. I will go up to Harold now.