"I am not a good little girl at all," she felt inclined to call out.

"I'm very bad and cruel.

I believe I've killed the dear little cuckoo." What _would_ the three old ladies have thought if she had called it out?
As it was, Lady Lavander patted her approvingly, said she loved to see young people modest and humble-minded, and gave her a slice of very highly-spiced, rather musty gingerbread, which Griselda couldn't bear.
All the way home Griselda felt in a fever of impatience to rush up to the ante-room and see if the cuckoo was all right again.

It was late and dark when the chariot at last stopped at the door of the old house.

Miss Grizzel got out slowly, and still more slowly Miss Tabitha followed her.