"A cuckoo in a cage," repeated her elder aunt, Miss Grizzel; "what is the child talking about?" "In a cage!" echoed Miss Tabitha, "a cuckoo in a cage!" "There is a cuckoo somewhere in the house," said Griselda; "I heard it in the night. It couldn't have been out-of-doors, could it? It would be too cold." The aunts looked at each other with a little smile. "So like her grandmother," they whispered. Then said Miss Grizzel-- "We have a cuckoo, my dear, though it isn't in a cage, and it isn't exactly the sort of cuckoo you are thinking of. It lives in a clock." "In a clock," repeated Miss Tabitha, as if to confirm her sister's statement. "In a clock!" exclaimed Griselda, opening her grey eyes very wide. It sounded something like the three bears, all speaking one after the other, only Griselda's voice was not like Tiny's; it was the loudest of the three. "In a clock!" she exclaimed; "but it can't be alive, then?" "Why not?" said Miss Grizzel. "I don't know," replied Griselda, looking puzzled. "I knew a little girl once," pursued Miss Grizzel, "who was quite of opinion the cuckoo _was_ alive, and nothing would have persuaded her it was not. Finish your breakfast, my dear, and then if you like you shall come with me and see the cuckoo for yourself." "Thank you, Aunt Grizzel," said Griselda, going on with her bread and milk. "Yes," said Miss Tabitha, "you shall see the cuckoo for yourself." "Thank you, Aunt Tabitha," said Griselda. It was rather a bother to have always to say "thank you," or "no, thank you," twice, but Griselda thought it was polite to do so, as Aunt Tabitha always repeated everything that Aunt Grizzel said. It wouldn't have mattered so much if Aunt Tabitha had said it _at once_ after Miss Grizzel, but as she generally made a little pause between, it was sometimes rather awkward. But of course it was better to say "thank you" or "no, thank you" twice over than to hurt Aunt Tabitha's feelings. After breakfast Aunt Grizzel was as good as her word. She took Griselda through several of the rooms in the house, pointing out all the curiosities, and telling all the histories of the rooms and their contents; and Griselda liked to listen, only in every room they came to, she wondered _when_ they would get to the room where lived the cuckoo. Aunt Tabitha did not come with them, for she was rather rheumatic. On the whole, Griselda was not sorry. It would have taken such a _very_ long time, you see, to have had all the histories twice over, and possibly, if Griselda had got tired, she might have forgotten about the "thank you's" or "no, thank you's" twice over. The old house looked quite as queer and quaint by daylight as it had seemed the evening before; almost more so indeed, for the view from the windows added to the sweet, odd "old-fashionedness" of everything. "We have beautiful roses in summer," observed Miss Grizzel, catching sight of the direction in which the child's eyes were wandering.