"I thought you were going to _play_ with me." "There's something in that," said the cuckoo, "there's something in that.

I should like to talk about it.

But we could talk more comfortably if you would come up here and sit beside me." Griselda thought her friend must be going out of his mind.
"Sit beside you up there!" she exclaimed.

"Cuckoo, how _could_ I?
I'm far, far too big." "Big!" returned the cuckoo.

"What do you mean by big?
It's all a matter of fancy.