human
I couldn't keep them, boys, Miss Ruth said;
gpt
I swanny!
human
How long will he have to stay down there?
gpt
All winter, Roy.
human
Poor fellow!
gpt
Happy fellow! _I_ say. Why, he has done being a worm. His creeping days are over. He has only to lie snug and quiet under the ground a while; then wake and come up to the sunshine some bright morning with a new body and a pair of lovely wings to spread and fly away with.
human
Why, it's like--it's like
gpt
What is it like, Sammy?
human
Ain't it like _folks_, Miss Ruth?
gpt
Yes, she said;
human
Then glancing at her crutch, repeated, smiling:
gpt
In the morning.