It will be all ready when we get there." "Thank you," said Griselda.
In a minute or two the palanquin stopped.

The cuckoo got out, and Griselda followed him.
She found that they were at the entrance to a _very_ much grander palace than the one in her aunt's saloon.

The steps leading up to the door were very wide and shallow, and covered with a gold embroidered carpet, which _looked_ as if it would be prickly to her bare feet, but which, on the contrary, when she trod upon it, felt softer than the softest moss.

She could see very little besides the carpet, for at each side of the steps stood rows and rows of mandarins, all something like, but a great deal grander than, the pair outside her aunt's cabinet; and as the cuckoo hopped and Griselda walked up the staircase, they all, in turn, row by row, began solemnly to nod.

It gave them the look of a field of very high grass, through which, any one passing, leaves for the moment a trail, till all the heads bob up again into their places.
"What do they mean ?" whispered Griselda.
"It's a royal salute," said the cuckoo.
"A salute!" said Griselda.