Suddenly she gave a little jump of satisfaction.
"I know," she exclaimed.

"It's exactly like the one that stands under a glass shade on Lady Lavander's drawing-room mantelpiece.

I wonder if it is the very one?
Fancy me being able to get _into_ it!" She looked at the four bearers.

Instantly they all nodded.
"What do they mean ?" asked Griselda, turning to the cuckoo.
"Get in," he replied.
"Yes, I'm just going to get in," she said; "but what do _they_ mean when they nod at me like that ?" "They mean, of course, what I tell you--'Get in,'" said the cuckoo.
"Why don't they say so, then ?" persisted Griselda, getting in, however, as she spoke.
"Griselda, you have a _very_ great----" began the cuckoo, but Griselda interrupted him.
"Cuckoo," she exclaimed, "if you say that again, I'll jump out of the palanquin and run away home to bed.

Of course I've a great deal to learn--that's why I like to ask questions about everything I see.