It was delicious--the gliding, yet darting motion, like nothing she had ever felt before.

It did not make her the least giddy, either; but a slightly sleepy feeling came over her.

She felt no inclination to open her eyes; and, indeed, at the rate they were going, she could have distinguished very little had she done so.
Suddenly the feeling in the air about her changed.

For an instant it felt more _rushy_ than before, and there was a queer, dull sound in her ears.

Then she felt that the cuckoo had stopped.
"Where are we ?" she asked.
"We've just come _down_ a chimney again," said the cuckoo.