"
The cuckoo took no notice of what she said, but Griselda did not mind.
She was getting used to his "ways."
"I expect he hears me quite well," she thought; "and even if he doesn't,
it's only civil to _try_ to thank him."
[Illustration: My aunts must have come back!]
She sat still contentedly enough, thinking over what she had seen,
and trying to make more "pictures" for herself in the fire. Then there
came faintly to her ears the sound of carriage wheels, opening and
shutting of doors, a little bustle of arrival.
"My aunts must have come back," thought Griselda; and so it was. In a
few minutes Miss Grizzel, closely followed by Miss Tabitha, appeared at
the ante-room door.
"Well, my love," said Miss Grizzel anxiously, "and how are you? Has the
time seemed very long while we were away?"
"Oh no, thank you, Aunt Grizzel," replied Griselda, "not at all. I've
been quite happy, and my cold's ever so much better, and my headache's
_quite_ gone."
"Come, that is good news," said Miss Grizzel. "Not that I'm exactly
_surprised_," she continued, turning to Miss Tabitha, "for there really
is nothing like tansy tea for a feverish cold.
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