"It's so silly of you, Griselda, to have all these ideas still about far and near, and big and little, and long and short, after all I've taught you and all you've seen." "I'm very sorry," said Griselda humbly; "but you see, cuckoo, I can't help it.

I suppose I'm made so." "Perhaps," said the cuckoo, meditatively.
He was silent for a minute.

Then he spoke again.

"Look over there, Griselda," he said.

"There's the short cut." Griselda looked.