There's no moon there, is there ?" "No," said Griselda; "but what lots of stars, cuckoo.

The light comes from them, I suppose?
And where's the sun, cuckoo?
Will it be rising soon?
It isn't always like this up here, is it ?" "Bless you, no," said the cuckoo.

"There's sun enough, and rather too much, sometimes.

How would you like a day a fortnight long, and nights to match?
If it had been daytime here just now, I couldn't have brought you.

It's just about the very middle of the night now, and in about a week of _your_ days the sun will begin to rise, because, you see----" "Oh, _dear_ cuckoo, please don't explain!" cried Griselda.