"Perhaps you didn't. You forget, Griselda, that you have a great——"
"Oh, please don't, cuckoo. Please, please don't, dear cuckoo," she exclaimed, dancing about with her hands clasped in entreaty, but her eyes still firmly closed. "Don't say that, and I'll promise to believe whatever you tell me. And how soon may I open my eyes, please, cuckoo?"
"Turn round slowly, three times. That will give the dew time to take effect," said the cuckoo. "Here goes—one—two—three. There, now."
Griselda opened her eyes.
VII
BUTTERFLY-LAND
"I'd be a butterfly."