human
Why, where in the world did they come from?
gpt
Out of the eggs to be sure, answered Mrs. Wren.
human
And I do declare, the last of my family is hatched now. There is little Wiggily out of the shell at last. I think I'll name him after you, as he never could keep still when he was being hatched. Now I must take out all the broken shells so the birdies won't cut themselves on them.
gpt
Cheep-cheep-chip-chip!
human
Yes, I know you're hungry, answered their mamma, who understood their bird talk.
gpt
Well, I'll fly away and get you something to eat just as soon as your papa comes home to stay in the house. You know Mr. Wren went away last night to see about getting a new position in a feather pillow factory, said Mrs. Wren to Uncle Wiggily,
human
Oh, I'll stay and take care of them for you while you go to the store,
gpt
That will do very well,