human
Bress de Lord! bress de Lord fur savin' ye! she ejaculated, fervently, as she bent down over her tea-pot which was spouting odorous jets of steam from its place on the hearth;
gpt
Yes; I'm glad to live, and I thank God for saving me; but oh, Hagar, said Noll, almost with tears in his eyes,
human
Now! said Hagar;
gpt
Dirk Sharp's little girl is sick with a fever, and I think she's going to die,--though of course I can't tell,--and they haven't a drop of medicine. Just think, Hagar,--dying, and nothing to save!
human
Don' know what's goin' to 'come o' them yer Culm folks!
gpt
And, continued Noll,
human
I promised to bring Dirk some medicine,--I was going to get it of you; but I got into that fearful tide and was half drowned, and now--oh, what can I do?
gpt
Bress ye, honey, ye didn't 'spect to go back in de dark to Culm?
human
I would--if Uncle Richard hadn't forbidden, said Noll;
gpt
Don' know, shaking her turbaned head.
human
Ef 'twas rheumatiz, or ef 'twas a cut, or ef 'twas one o' dem yer colds, Hagar'd 'spect to know; but can't tell nuffin 'bout fevers, nohow. 'Tw'u'd be jes' as de Lord's willin'!
gpt
Will you go, or send something in the morning?
human
Ef it's pleasant, honey, Hagar'll go wid ye. Yer supper's waiting fur ye!