She opened the door.
All was quite dark.

It was impossible to fly or run across the great saloon! Even in daylight this would have been a difficult matter.
Griselda _felt_ her way as best she could, past the Chinese cabinet and the pot-pourri jar, till she got to the ante-room door.

It was open, and now, knowing her way better, she hurried in.

But what was the use?
All was silent, save the tick-tick of the cuckoo clock in the corner.

Oh, if _only_ the cuckoo would come out and call the hour as usual, what a weight would be lifted off Griselda's heart! She had no idea what o'clock it was.