human
Dear heart! cried the good wife, answering the timid knock at the door.
gpt
Hast sprung from t'grave, woman?
human
Nay, answered Elizabeth, sadly;
gpt
I am only on my way there.
human
Why, Lord, thou'rt wet and cold; an' I'll be bound thou's had nobbut hay for thy bed.
gpt
Nay, nay, honey, said the good woman, a tear standing in her own eye,