I _am_ so warm now, cuckoo." "Here goes, then," said the cuckoo, and off they set.

Had ever a little girl such a flight before?
Floating, darting, gliding, sailing--no words can describe it.

Griselda lay still in delight, gazing all about her.
"How lovely the stars are, cuckoo!" she said.

"Is it true they're all great, big _suns_?
I'd rather they weren't.

I like to think of them as nice, funny little things." "They're not all suns," said the cuckoo.