"I thought that meant kissing or guns." "Hush!" said the cuckoo, for by this time they had arrived at the top of the staircase; "you must be dressed now." Two mandariny-looking young ladies, with porcelain faces and three-cornered head-dresses, stepped forward and led Griselda into a small ante-room, where lay waiting for her the most magnificent dress you ever saw.

But how _do_ you think they dressed her?
It was all by nodding.

They nodded to the blue and silver embroidered jacket, and in a moment it had fitted itself on to her.

They nodded to the splendid scarlet satin skirt, made very short in front and very long behind, and before Griselda knew where she was, it was adjusted quite correctly.
They nodded to the head-dress, and the sashes, and the necklaces and bracelets, and forthwith they all arranged themselves.

Last of all, they nodded to the dearest, sweetest little pair of high-heeled shoes imaginable--all silver, and blue, and gold, and scarlet, and everything mixed up together, _only_ they were rather a stumpy shape about the toes, and Griselda's bare feet were encased in them, and, to her surprise, quite comfortably so.
"They don't hurt me a bit," she said aloud; "yet they didn't look the least the shape of my foot." But her attendants only nodded; and turning round, she saw the cuckoo waiting for her.