Now, tell me where we are going." "In the first place," said the cuckoo, "are you comfortable ?" "Very," said Griselda, settling herself down among the cushions.
It was a change from the cuckoo's boudoir.

There were no chairs or seats, only a number of very, _very_ soft cushions covered with green silk.

There were green silk curtains all round, too, which you could draw or not as you pleased, just by touching a spring.

Griselda stroked the silk gently.

It was not "fruzzley" silk, if you know what that means; it did not make you feel as if your nails wanted cutting, or as if all the rough places on your skin were being rubbed up the wrong way; its softness was like that of a rose or pansy petal.
"What nice silk!" said Griselda.