human
Such a good God! said the lady, still looking up with the bright light upon her face.
gpt
And such a wondrously beautiful world, where we may walk joyously, with his love in our hearts as well as all about our path; and yet we sit in the dust weeping, and forget that he is our Father, and that he is watching for us to turn towards him--poor, wandering, wayward children that we are!
human
I won't sit in the dirt again.
gpt
That's a dear child, said her friend.
human
You must never again forget that, although you are poor, and must live in this world for a while, you are in truth a little exiled princess, and your glorious home is with the great King, your Father, in the skies; and it does not become the daughter of so great a King to put herself on a level with the beasts; but you must lift yourself up more and more towards heaven.
gpt
Not to carry yourself proudly, as the daughter of an earthly king might do, continued the lady,
human
I'm going now, said the lady;
gpt
Not in heaven _only_, dear child, said the lady.
human
I want you to think of him as close beside you always, wherever you go. Can you read?
gpt
A little.