said the cuckoo, "but not more. I shouldn't like the butterflies to think you greedy."
But Griselda grew very tired of the scent feast long before all the petals had been passed round. The perfumes were very nice, certainly, but there were such quantities of them—double quantities in honour of the guest, of course! Griselda screwed up her handkerchief into a tight little ball, so that the one drop of scent should not escape from it, and then she kept sniffing at it impatiently, till at last the cuckoo asked her what was the matter.
"I am so tired of the feast," she said. "Do let us do something else, cuckoo."
"It is getting rather late," said the cuckoo. "But see, Griselda, they are going to have an air-dance now."
"What's that?" said Griselda.
"Look, and you'll see," he replied.
Flocks and flocks of butterflies were rising a short way into the air, and there arranging themselves in bands according to their colours.
