About This Book
"Mary is crying," said Mr Coo. "No!" replied Mrs Coo. But Mr Coo said again— "Mary is crying," and though Mrs Coo repeated— "No!" she knew by the way he held his head on one side and looked at her, that he was very much in earnest indeed. I must tell you that when Mrs Coo said ‘no,' it went off into a soft sound that was almost like ‘coo'; indeed most of her talking, and of Mr Coo's too, sounded like that, which is the reason, I daresay, that many people would not have understood their conversation. But it would be rather tiresome to write "no," or other words, with double o's at the end, so I will leave it to be fancied, which will do just as well. There is a great deal of conversation in the world which careless people don't understand; a great deal which no one can understand properly, however much they try; but also a great deal that one can get to understand, if one tries, even without the gift which the dear fairy bestowed on the very lucky prince in the long ago story. I forget his name, but I daresay some of you remember it. The gift was the power to understand all that the beasts and birds say.
