What I want to know is what are we to do next?
I see no way out of this hall, and though it's rather nice, it's not very amusing.
Dudu, I wish you would sit still--you keep giving little juggles on my head that are very uncomfortable, and make me feel as if I had a hat on that was always tumbling off." "I beg your pardon, Mademoiselle Jeanne," replied Dudu with great dignity.

"You really do say such foolish things sometimes that it is impossible to restrain one's feelings altogether.

No way out of this hall, do you say, when it is the entrance to everywhere ?" "But how are we to get to everywhere, or anywhere ?" asked Jeanne.
"Really!" said Dudu, as if quite out of patience.

"When you are running up and down the terrace, in your other life, you don't stand still at one end and say, 'Dudu, how am I to get to the other ?' You move your feet, which were given you for the purpose.

And in present circumstances, instead of your feet, you naturally----" "Move our wings," cried Jeanne.