human
Do you know who has helped me most? she asked.
gpt
Your uncle. He is a saint, Arnold. We are great friends now. He came here one time when father was sick. He has been a wonderful comfort to me. Sometimes I go and call on him. He’s very lonely. And he’s such a gallant old gentleman. When I see him drive by in his buckboard I always wave to him and as soon as he’s out of sight I go over to the house and scold the niggers. They would never do any work if somebody did not fuss them. And you know it makes me more contented to watch him. I say to myself that if such a wonderful man, so wise and learned can find plenty to do to serve the Master in this little village there must be quite enough for just a woman like me. There’s a heap of comfort in that thought. But sometimes I read some story or think about you all out in the big world and it seems very small here—and lonely.
human
Arnold, she said suddenly.
gpt
Do you ever read King Arthur stories any more?
human
Whenever I get five minutes, I replied.
gpt
The people I live with have a little girl—Marie. I’m teaching them to her.
human
I’m so glad—and Froissart?