human
I'm real sorry about it, Mrs. Carpenter had said,
gpt
Father's sure that this new machine of his is going to make our fortune, she went on, after an interval of busy stitching.
human
But I don't know. He said just the same about the alarm-clock, and the Imferno Reaper and Binder, and that thing-a-my-jig for opening cans, and the self-registering Savings Bank, and the Minute Egg-Beater, and the Tuck Measurer, and none of them came to anything in the end. Perhaps it'll be the same with this.