I have lots of lessons, but it isn't so much that I mind.

It is that I've no one to play with." "There's something in that," said the cuckoo.

He flapped his wings and was silent for a minute or two.

"I'll consider about it," he observed at last.
"Thank you," said Griselda, not exactly knowing what else to say.
"And in the meantime," continued the cuckoo, "you'd better obey present orders and go back to bed." "Shall I say good-night to you, then ?" asked Griselda somewhat timidly.
"You're quite welcome to do so," replied the cuckoo.

"Why shouldn't you ?" "You see I wasn't sure if you would like it," returned Griselda, "for of course you're not like a person, and--and--I've been told all sorts of queer things about what fairies like and don't like." "Who said I was a fairy ?" inquired the cuckoo.
"Dorcas did, and, _of course_, my own common sense did too," replied Griselda.