human
I wonder how late it is! she asked herself at last with a start.
gpt
The folks’ll think I’m lost. I must hurry home directly.
human
If I could only borrow the wings off ’n some o’ those angels! she murmured as she hastened down the nearest flight of stairs; but doubtful as she was of the lateness of the hour, she could not keep her mind from straying back to the strange scenes in the miniature world she had been watching. Next the incubator had been a little sandy inclosure in the midst of which stood a small curtained house where the young chickens could be brooded at will, and across whose front ran the defiant legend,
gpt
Who cares for mother now!
human
I wonder how soon electricity’ll take the place o’ folks, she mused.
gpt
Seems if ’t won’t take long. Yes, yes, she went on in answer to a faint peeping that came from beneath her wrap,