human
Sometimes I fear, she said to Mrs. Lindsay,
gpt
It will not, dear; and I will always be near.
human
Unless you were, I would not dare. You are the only hope, Mrs. Lindsay.
gpt
That’s not so, Donelle. The real hope is your gift. You are taking it there to make it perfect.
human
I hope so. And when I have learned, I must get Mamsey into my new life, quick.
gpt
Indeed, yes!
human
Isn’t it queer how some people are part of you? Mamsey is part of me, Mrs. Lindsay. Then softly,
gpt
I suppose you know how Mamsey got me and from where?
human
Yes, Mam’selle told me,
gpt
I never speak of it. Mamsey thought best that I should not; but I do not forget! Often, when we are driving past St. Michael’s—I remember.
human
Donelle, why do you tell me this now?
gpt
Just because I want you to understand how I feel about Mamsey. She didn’t have to do things for me, she chose to, and I know all about her spinning and weaving and—the rest. I have cost her a good deal, and I mean to make it all up.