But, oh dear me," she went on, with a melancholy change of tone, "I was forgetting, cuckoo.

I can't go to the banquet.

I have nothing on but my night-gown.
I never thought of it before, for I'm not a bit cold." "Never mind," said the cuckoo, "I'll soon have that put to rights." [Illustration: SHE LOOKED LIKE A FAIRY QUEEN.] He flew off, and was back almost immediately, followed by a whole flock of butterflies.

They were of a smaller kind than Griselda had hitherto seen, and they were of two colours only; half were blue, half yellow.
They flew up to Griselda, who felt for a moment as if she were really going to be suffocated by them, but only for a moment.

There seemed a great buzz and flutter about her, and then the butterflies set to work to _dress_ her.