human
She smiled and turned back along the way they had come.
gpt
It is nothing! she had said. Nothing to have brought her on the last stage of her long quest! Jimsy was asleep in the deep grass in the shade. She went nearer to him, stepping softly, hardly breathing. He was stretched at ease, his sleeves rolled high on his tanned arms, his tanned throat bare, his crisp hair rolling back from his brow in the old stubborn wave, his thick lashes on his cheek. His skin was as clean and clear as a little boy's; he looked a little boy, sleeping there. She leaned over him and he stirred and sighed happily, as if dimly aware of her nearness. She tried to speak to him, to say--
human
Jimsy!
gpt
against them; they were very nearly of the
human
Yet their silence was a rather fine thing in its way; it expressed them--their simplicity, their large faith. It was not in them to make reproaches. It did not occur to Jimsy to say--
gpt
But why didn't you let me know you were coming?--At least you might have let me have the comfort of knowing you were on this side of the ocean! And Honor never dreamed of saying
human
But Jimsy,--to rush from Stanford down here without sending me a line!