Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. Because it was a little canarybird that came out of its little house to tell the time that Gerty MacDowell noticed the time she was there because she was as quick as anything about a thing like that, was Gerty MacDowell, and she noticed at once that that foreign gentleman that was sitting on the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus.
But !" Marietta shrugged her shoulders, and gave her head two meaning oscillations. "Oh ?" wondered Beatrice, knitting puzzled brows. "Very amiable, your Greatness; but simple, simple," Marietta explained, and tapped her brown old forehead with a brown forefinger. "Really ?" wondered Beatrice. "Yes, Nobility," said Marietta. "Gentle as a canarybird, but innocent, innocent."
He was so kind and holy and often and often she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him as a present or a clock but they had a clock she noticed on the mantelpiece white and gold with a canarybird that came out of a little house to tell the time the day she went there about the flowers for the forty hours' adoration because it was hard to know what sort of a present to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some place.
In the handicrafts there were a photographic reproduction of the Lord's Prayer, illustrated originally by a penman with uncommon genius for scroll-work; a group of water-lilies in wax, floating on a mirror-lake and protected by a glass globe; a full-rigged schooner, built cunningly inside a bottle by a matricide serving a life-sentence in the penitentiary at San Quinten; and a mechanical canarybird in a gilded cage, acquired at the Philadelphia Centennial, a bird that had carolled its death lay in the early winter of 1877 when it was wound up too hard and its little insides snapped.