"_All_ a matter of fancy! If everything that's been done since the world was made till now, was done over again in five minutes, you'd never know the difference." [Illustration: MANDARINS NODDING.] "Oh, cuckoo, I wish you wouldn't!" cried poor Griselda; "you're worse than sums, you do so puzzle me.

It's like what you said about nothing being big or little, only it's worse.

Where would all the days and hours be if there was nothing but minutes?
Oh, cuckoo, you said you'd amuse me, and you do nothing but puzzle me." "It was your own fault.

You wouldn't get ready," said the cuckoo.
"_Now_, here goes! Flap and wish." Griselda flapped and wished.

She felt a sort of rustle in the air, that was all--then she found herself standing with the cuckoo in front of the Chinese cabinet, the door of which stood open, while the mandarins on each side, nodding politely, seemed to invite them to enter.