"You know far more nice places than I do." "You don't care to go back to the mandarins, or the butterflies, I suppose ?" asked the cuckoo.
[Illustration: "TIRED! HOW COULD I BE TIRED, CUCKOO ?"] "No, thank you," said Griselda; "I'd like something new.

And I'm not sure that I care for seeing any more countries of that kind, unless you could take me to the _real_ fairyland." "_I_ can't do that, you know," said the cuckoo.
Just then a faint "soughing" sound among the branches suggested another idea to Griselda.
"Cuckoo," she exclaimed, "take me to the sea.

It's _such_ a time since I saw the sea.

I can fancy I hear it; do take me to see it.".