The Cuckoo Clock by Mrs. Molesworth
page 19 of 154 (12%)
page 19 of 154 (12%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
hours and quarters, that he told.
"I wish it was twelve o'clock," she said to herself anxiously more than once. If only the clock had not been so very high up on the wall, she would have been tempted to climb up and open the little doors, and peep in to satisfy herself as to the cuckoo's condition. But there was no possibility of this. The clock was far, very far above her reach, and there was no high piece of furniture standing near, upon which she could have climbed to get to it. There was nothing to be done but to wait for twelve o'clock. And, after all, she did not wait for twelve o'clock, for just about half-past eleven, Miss Grizzel's voice was heard calling to her to put on her hat and cloak quickly, and come out to walk up and down the terrace with her. "It is fine just now," said Miss Grizzel, "but there is a prospect of rain before long. You must leave your lessons for the present, and finish them in the afternoon." "I have finished them," said Griselda, meekly. "_All_?" inquired her aunt. "Yes, all," replied Griselda. "Ah, well, then, this afternoon, if the rain holds off, we shall drive to Merrybrow Hall, and inquire for the health of your dear godmother, |
|