And Mr. Cockayne headed the procession through the hotel court-yard to the Boulevards.
Cockayne throws up his eyes, and laments the frivolity of women.
"That's a consoling reflection, now the money's gone," quoth Mr. Cockayne.
I want no Greek, nor any other old-fashioned ornaments, Mr. Cockayne.
Colonel Cockayne then asked how he durst venture into the service, blind as he was.
"He seems to think we're going to buy all the shop," growled Cockayne.
Amiable land of Cockayne, happy in itself, and in making others happy!
We three would show these lads of Cockayne what three foresters know of wood craft!
It was mercifully ordained that Mr. Cockayne should be a good-tempered, non-resisting man.
Mr. Cockayne, the editor of Saxon Leechdoms, gives us further remedies for colic which Alexander prescribed.
c.1300, from Old French Cocaigne (12c.) "lubberland," imaginary country, abode of luxury and idleness. Of obscure origin, speculation centers on words related to cook (v.) and cake (cf. Middle Dutch kokenje, a child's honey-sweetened treat; also cf. Big Rock Candy Mountain). The German equivalent is Schlaraffenland.