She lay there as comfortably as possible--it felt so firm as well as soft.

Up he flew a little way--then stopped short.
"Are you all right ?" he inquired.

"You're not afraid of falling off ?" "Oh no," said Griselda; "not a bit." "You needn't be," said the cuckoo, "for you couldn't if you tried.

I'm going on, then." "Where to ?" said Griselda.
"Up the chimney first," said the cuckoo.
"But there'll never be room," said Griselda.

"I might _perhaps_ crawl up like a sweep, hands and knees, you know, like going up a ladder.