As for Dudu, I really cannot say, he is so stuck up, as if he knew better than any one else.

Ah, there he is, the old fellow! Well, Dudu," she called out, as if the raven could have heard her so far off and through the closely shut window; "well, Dudu, how are you to-day, my dear sir?
How do you like the snow and the cold ?" Dudu calmly continued his promenade up and down the terrace.

Jeanne could clearly distinguish his black shape against the white ground.
"I am going downstairs to see mamma, Dudu," she went on.

"I love mamma very much, but I wish she wasn't my mother at all, but my sister.

I wish she was turned into a little girl to play with me, and that papa was turned into a little boy.