human
Mr. Hickox tells me you've got a roof-garden, she said to Fairy one day, as they sat sociably in the milk-room.
gpt
Now for the land's sake do tell me what that is. Is it the thing that runs by electrics?
human
No, said Fairy, who never laughed at Mrs. Hickox's ignorance;
gpt
Well what is it, anyhow?
human
Why, the roof-garden is just a garden on the roof.
gpt
A garden on a roof! well I _am_ surprised! What do you raise in the garden? peas and beans? It must be an awful trouble to get the dirt up there, and to get the water up there to water things with. As for getting the potatoes and pumpkins down, I suppose you can just throw them down,--though I must say I should think it would spoil the pumpkins.
human
Oh, we don't raise vegetables in the roof-garden, Mrs. Hickox,
gpt
Well, what _do_ you raise?
human
Why we don't raise anything; we just stay there.
gpt
Humph! I can't see any garden about that. But I did want to know what the thing was like. 'Cause I cut out a clipping yesterday,--Hickory, he got his shoes home from the cobbler's, and they was wrapped in a piece of a New York newspaper; my, but I had a good time! I cut so many clippings out of that newspaper, that what's left would do for a picture frame. The worst of it was, so many clippings backed up against others, and they wasn't the same length. People ought to be more careful how they print their newspapers. Well, as I was saying, I cut out a piece about a roof-garden, but I guess you're right about their not raisin' things in it. My land! I couldn't get head or tail to the whole yarn. So that's why I wanted to ask you just what a roof-garden is. But I ain't found out much.