You never heard such a funny little noise as he made; and then, in a very clear, distinct, but yet "cuckoo-y" voice, he spoke.
"Griselda," he said, "are you truly sorry ?" "I told you I was," she replied.

"But I didn't _feel_ so very naughty, cuckoo.

I didn't, really.

I was only vexed for one minute, and when I threw the book I seemed to be a very little in fun, too.

And it made me so unhappy when you went away, and my poor aunts have been dreadfully unhappy too.