"I know some body who would soon find fault if they did.

What would you say to no summer; no day, or no night, whichever it happened not to be, you see; nothing growing, and nothing to eat before long?
That's what it would be if they stood still, you see, because----" "Thank you, cuckoo," interrupted Griselda.

"It's very nice to hear you--I mean, very dreadful to think of, but I don't want you to explain.
I'll ask Mr.Kneebreeches when I'm at my lessons.

You might tell me one thing, however.

What's at the other side of the moon ?" "There's a variety of opinions," said the cuckoo.
"What are they?
Tell me the funniest." "Some say all the unfinished work of the world is kept there," said the cuckoo.
"_That's_ not funny," said Griselda.