You can't go wrong." He flew down from Jeanne's head as he spoke.

Jeanne gave her head a little shake; she seemed not altogether sorry to be freed from her head-dress, for a head-dress with _feelings_ is a somewhat uncomfortable affair.
"I don't mind you getting off my head, Dudu," she said.

"But you might take a turn on Cheri's for a change.

I think it's rather shabby of you to leave us already." Hugh looked at Jeanne in surprise.

He could not understand how it was that Jeanne ventured to speak so coolly to the raven--she who in their daylight life was so frightened of him that she would hardly go near him for fear he should turn her into a mouse, or in some other way bewitch her! "I think it's very good-natured of Monsieur Dudu to have come with us so far," he said.