human
Father, he said suddenly,
gpt
What's that, my boy?
human
There were a whole lot of other things, father; about my never having gone to live in the country, and those gypsy teas that mother told me of. You light a fire outside, you know, father, and boil the kettle on it, and have your tea in the woods and the fields. It must be just delicious. I was sorry about that, for I've never been to one, never _even_ to one all my life long; and then there's the pretty lady--I do want to see my pretty lady once again. I was sorry about those things all day, but not now. 'Tisn't any of those things makes me so sorry now.
gpt
What makes you sorry, Harold?
human
Father, I'm just a little bit jealous about Jesus. You see there's always such a lot of us little children dying and going to heaven, and He can't come for us all, so He has to send angels. Now I don't want an angel, I want Him to come for me Himself.
gpt
Perhaps He will, Harold, said his father,
human
Oh, father! when you are giving Him your new care to-night, will you just ask Him not to be so dreadfully busy, but to try and come Himself?
gpt
Yes, Harold,
human
THY WILL BE DONE.
gpt
You always give your cares to God,
human
Thy will be done.