human
We must sell our furniture, mother!
gpt
For a quarter of what it's worth? Never, girl! No! The Lord will provide, said she, between her clenched teeth, with a sort of hysteric chuckle.
human
The Lord will provide!
gpt
I believe it; I believe it, said poor Grace;
human
Dark, ay? And may be darker, yet; but the Lord will provide. He prepares a table in the wilderness for his saints that the world don't think of.
gpt
Oh, mother! and do you think there is any door of hope?
human
Go to bed, girl; go to bed, and leave me to see to that. Find my spectacles. Wherever have you laid them to, now? I'll look over the books awhile.
gpt
Do let me go over them for you.
human
No, you sha'n't! I suppose you'll be wanting to make out your poor old mother's been cheating somebody. Why not, if I'm a thief, Miss, eh?
gpt
Oh, mother! mother! don't say that again.