“What’s the bird noising yonder, brother?”
“The bird! Oh, that’s the cuckoo tolling; but what has the cuckoo to do with the matter?”
“We’ll see, brother; what’s the cuckoo?”
“What is it? you know as much about it as myself, Jasper.”
“Isn’t it a kind of roguish, chaffing bird, brother?”
“I believe it is, Jasper.”
“Nobody knows whence it comes, brother?”
“I believe not, Jasper.”
“Very poor, brother, not a nest of its own?”
“So they say, Jasper.”