They are as careful of the age as the weathercock is of the wind.
Rubbing his eyes, he told her to go and look at the weathercock.
They were, in fact, clasped around the leg of the weathercock.
"I told Jemima to look at the weathercock," murmured Mrs. Skratdj.
"Moreover, they are tedious things to converse with," said the Weathercock.
Nor can one be angry with, or despise ...