human
I know, replied Mrs. Lightfoot softly.
gpt
I know all about it. You see, there were hunters on the Great Mountain. In fact, that is how I happened to come down to the Green Forest. They hunted me so up there that I did not dare stay, and I came down here thinking that there might be fewer hunters. I wouldn't have believed that I could ever be thankful to hunters for anything, but I am, truly I am.
human
What for? he demanded.
gpt
I can't imagine anybody being thankful to hunters for anything.
human
Oh, you stupid, cried Mrs. Lightfoot.
gpt
Don't you see that if I hadn't been driven down from the Great Mountain, I never would have found _you_?
human
You mean, I never would have found _you_, retorted Lightfoot.
gpt
I guess I owe these hunters more than you do. I owe them the greatest happiness I have ever known, but I never would have thought of it myself. Isn't it queer how things which seem the very worst possible sometimes turn out to be the very best possible?