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Suddenly in the distance, she heard a well-known sound, "Cuckoo, cuckoo." "Can that be the cuckoo?" she said to herself; and in a moment she felt sure that it must be. For, for some reason that I do not know enough about the habits of real "flesh and blood" cuckoos to explain, that bird was not known in the neighbourhood where Griselda's aunts lived.
Granby speak for herself; I must have her opinion of Griselda's promise to obey her lord, right or wrong, in all things, no reasons given, to submit in deed, and word, and look, and thought. If Mrs. Granby tells us that is her theory, we must all reform our practice." Every eye was fixed upon Emma, and every ear was impatient for her answer.
Forthwith, to Griselda's astonishment, they began solemnly to nod. "Oh, how do you make them do that, Aunt Grizzel?" she exclaimed. "Never you mind, my dear; it wouldn't do for you to try to make them nod. They wouldn't like it," replied Miss Grizzel mysteriously. "Respect to your elders, my dear, always remember that. The mandarins are many years older than you older than I myself, in fact."
There was no question of Lord Lufton's going out as Governor-General to India! But twelve dozen pocket-handkerchiefs had not been too many for Griselda's imagination. And Lucy would sit alone in the drawing-room at Framley Court, filling her heart with thoughts of that evening when she had first sat there.
Do you think it would be fit that she and her husband should meet such a one as Grace Crawley at our table?" "I don't think it would do them a bit of harm," said Mrs Grantly. "But there would be no chance of that, seeing that Griselda's husband never comes to us." "He was here the year before last." "And I never was so tired of a man in all my life." "Then you prefer the Crawleys, I suppose.
Dorcas did not wait till "to-morrow morning"; she could not bear to think of Griselda's unhappiness. From her mistress's room she went straight to the little girl's, going in very softly, so as not to disturb her should she be sleeping. "Are you awake, missie?" she said gently. Griselda started up. "Yes," she exclaimed. "Is it you, cuckoo? I'm quite awake."
"Oh no," said the cuckoo; "they are welcoming you. Hold out your hands." Griselda held out her hands, and stood gazing up into the sky. In a minute or two the royal butterflies appeared again, slowly, majestically circling downwards, till at length they alighted on Griselda's little hands, the king on the right, the queen on the left, almost covering her fingers with their great dazzling wings.
For Griselda's head was crammed full, perfectly full, of fairy lore; and the mandarins' country, and butterfly-land, were quite as real to her as the every-day world about her. But all this time she was not forgotten by the cuckoo, as you will see.
Sometimes the most important, sometimes the most trivial, and seemingly uninteresting subjects, gave exercise to Griselda's powers; and in all cases being entirely of her opinion was the only satisfactory proof of love. Our heroine knew how, with able generalship, to take advantage of time and situation.
They caught up Griselda's royal robes with great clasps of gold set with gems, and put a crown on her beautiful hair. She came out and stood in the low doorway, where she had so often stood before. But now the people scarcely knew her: she looked so fair in her new robes and with the love-light shining in her eyes. Lord Walter did not wait till he reached the castle.
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