human
I'm sorry ye must leave us, Mr. Page, he said, when Albert was ready to bid the old folks good-by.
gpt
I wish ye could stay longer; but cum again soon, an' remember, our latch-string's allus out fer ye.
human
There is a spot I shall always be glad to see, for it was there Uncle Terry first found me.
gpt
I am sorry you are going, she said;
human
Then as if that was a confession he might think unmaidenly, she added,
gpt
I dread to have the summer end, for when winter comes, the rocks all around seem like so many tombstones.
human
I am going away with a heavy heart, Telly, and when I can come back is hard to say. Will you not promise me that some time, no matter when, you will be my own good and true wife? Let me go away with that hope to comfort me while I work and save for a home for us both. Will you, Telly?
gpt
When I am no longer needed here, if you want me then I will come to you.