“Nonsense,” said the crocodile, “I think you mean to say: if every day’s this lovely, I must mean to stay.” “I mean I mean to cross,” said the lady. “Well, if that’s what you mean, then by all means, get a cross,” said the crocodile, “I suggest you stamp your foot and shake your fist at the sky.” “How on earth will that help me cross,” asked the lady. “Oh, all the ladies do it,” assured the crocodile, “it is the very image of a cross lady.”