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[The Merry Merry Cuckoo]
“Lad dear, no more or ye’ll be havin’ an attack, an’——”
Annie’s words sounded inconclusive, although she fortified them by an animated gesture with her plump wrinkled hand. Her eyes glanced timidly from the window to David’s face.
“But, Annie, ye’ve not said a word of the cuckoo,” replied David plaintively.
“Aye, the cuckoo,” said Annie, her heart sinking as she sent her voice up. “The cuckoo—”
“Has it come? Did ye hear it?”