"May I smell it whenever I like, Aunt Grizzel ?" "We shall see," replied her aunt.

"It isn't _every_ little girl, you know, that we could trust to come into the great saloon alone." "No," said Griselda meekly.
Miss Grizzel led the way to a door opposite to that by which they had entered.

She opened it and passed through, Griselda following, into a small ante-room.
"It is on the stroke of ten," said Miss Grizzel, consulting her watch; "now, my dear, you shall make acquaintance with our cuckoo." The cuckoo "that lived in a clock!" Griselda gazed round her eagerly.
Where was the clock?
She could see nothing in the least like one, only up on the wall in one corner was what looked like a miniature house, of dark brown carved wood.

It was not so _very_ like a house, but it certainly had a roof--a roof with deep projecting eaves; and, looking closer, yes, it _was_ a clock, after all, only the figures, which had once been gilt, had grown dim with age, like everything else, and the hands at a little distance were hardly to be distinguished from the face.
Miss Grizzel stood perfectly still, looking up at the clock; Griselda beside her, in breathless expectation.

Presently there came a sort of distant rumbling.