"I'd like a dress of it.

I never noticed that the palanquin was lined so nicely," she continued, "for I suppose it _is_ the one from Lady Lavander's mantelpiece?
There couldn't be two so exactly like each other." The cuckoo gave a sort of whistle.
"What a goose you are, my dear!" he exclaimed.

"Excuse me," he continued, seeing that Griselda looked rather offended; "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but you won't let me say the other thing, you know.

The palanquin from Lady Lavander's! I should think not.

You might as well mistake one of those horrible paper roses that Dorcas sticks in her vases for one of your aunt's Gloires de Dijon! The palanquin from Lady Lavander's--a clumsy human imitation not worth looking at!" "I didn't know," said Griselda humbly.