human
Hagar can't go to-day, thought Noll, with a sinking heart;
gpt
Good-morning, Uncle Richard,
human
I've got a great favor to ask of you, Uncle Richard. May I go around to Culm after breakfast?
gpt
For what?
human
To carry something for Dirk's child,
gpt
Pshaw! exclaimed Trafford, impatiently,
human
But, Uncle Richard--
gpt
Well?
human
Dirk's child is sick,--dying, I'm afraid!
gpt
So are hundreds in this world. There's misery everywhere.
human
Perhaps I might aid this misery, Uncle Richard, if you'll let me try. Will you?
gpt
You will have more than your hands full if you are going to look after these Culm people, said Trafford, coldly;
human
Well, said Trafford, after a long silence,