Ah, yes, there are many roads and many doors into fairyland!" "Doors!" cried Griselda.

"Are there any doors into fairyland in this house ?" "Several," said the cuckoo; "but don't waste your time looking for them at present.

It would be no use." "Then how will you amuse me ?" inquired Griselda, in a rather disappointed tone.
"Don't you care to go anywhere except to fairyland ?" said the cuckoo.
"Oh yes, there are lots of places I wouldn't mind seeing.

Not geography sort of places--it would be just like lessons to go to India and Africa and all those places--but _queer_ places, like the mines where the goblins make diamonds and precious stones, and the caves down under the sea where the mermaids live.

And--oh, I've just thought--now I'm so nice and little, I _would_ like to go all over the mandarins' palace in the great saloon." "That can be easily managed," said the cuckoo; "but--excuse me for an instant," he exclaimed suddenly.