"You must be a fairy--you couldn't be anything else." "I might be a fairyfied cuckoo," suggested the bird.
Griselda looked puzzled.
"I don't understand," she said, "and I don't think it could make much difference.

But whatever you are, I wish you would tell me one thing." "What ?" said the cuckoo.
"I want to know, now that you've forgiven me for throwing the book at you, have you come back for good ?" "Certainly not for evil," replied the cuckoo.
Griselda gave a little wriggle.

"Cuckoo, you're laughing at me," she said.

"I mean, have you come back to stay and cuckoo as usual and make my aunts happy again ?" "You'll see in the morning," said the cuckoo.

"Now go off to bed." "Good night," said Griselda, "and thank you, and please don't forget to let me know when you've considered." "Cuckoo, cuckoo," was her little friend's reply.