human
and pity. After a while they would gain courage to approach some soldier whom they found
gpt
their own, to whom they ventured to offer some dainty, would stroke the wasted hand, smooth the hair, or hold to the fevered lips a drink of buttermilk or a piece of delicious fruit. Ah, _how many_ times I have watched such scenes! To the warmly-expressed thanks of the beneficiaries they would simply answer,
human
That is nothing; 'mebbe' somebody will do as much for mine when he needs it.
gpt
Miss Phemie,