The long strings of butterflies twisted in and out of each other in the most wonderful way, like ribbons of every hue plaiting themselves and then in an instant unplaiting themselves again.

Then the king and queen placed themselves in the centre, and round and round in moving circles twisted and untwisted the brilliant bands of butterflies.
"It's like a kaleidoscope," said Griselda; "and now it's like those twisty-twirly dissolving views that papa took me to see once.

It's _just_ like them.

Oh, how pretty! Cuckoo, are they doing it all on purpose to please me ?" "A good deal," said the cuckoo.

"Stand up and clap your hands loud three times, to show them you're pleased." Griselda obeyed.