Aren't we, Jeanne ?" "Yes," said Jeanne, "not counting fairies and adventures that's to say, it's very nice up here." "I often come up here at night," said Dudu.

"I wonder how many thousand times I've been up here." "Are you so very old, Dudu ?" said Jeanne, "as old as the white lady ?" "I daresay," said Dudu, vaguely--he seemed to be thinking to himself.
"Yes," he continued, cocking his head on one side, "I suppose I am what _you_ would call very old, though the white lady would consider me quite a baby.

Yes, I've seen queer things in my time." "_What ?_" said the children both together, eagerly, "oh, do tell us some of them.

If you would tell us a story, Dudu, it would be as nice as an adventure." "Stories," said Dudu, "are hardly in my line.

I might tell you a little of some things I've seen, but I don't know that they would interest you." "Oh yes! oh yes!" cried the children, "of course they would.