CHAPTER X.
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOON.
"That after supper time has come, And silver dews the meadow steep.
And all is silent in the home, And even nurses are asleep, That be it late, or be it soon, Upon this lovely night in June They both will step into the moon." "Very well," said the cuckoo.

"You would like to look about you a little on the way, perhaps, Griselda, as we shall not be going down chimneys, or anything of that kind just at present." "Yes," said Griselda.

"I think I should.

I'm rather tired of shutting my eyes, and I'm getting quite accustomed to flying about with you, cuckoo." "Turn on your side, then," said the cuckoo, "and you won't have to twist your neck to see over my shoulder.

Are you comfortable now?
And, by-the-by, as you may be cold, just feel under my left wing.