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A small child and a cuckoo for a cuckoo clock become unlikely friends, when at night the clock transports her to magical places. "Stopped!" says Miss Tabitha, throwing up her hands. "Impossible!" "I mean cuckoo has stopped," the girl says. "The clock is going on, but the cuckoo isn't telling the hours." "What can we do?" says Miss Tabitha. "Should we send for the watch-maker?" But Miss Grizzel shakes her head, and says, "That would be worse than useless, Tabitha. Were we to search the world over, we would find no one to put it right. Fifty years and more, that clock has never missed an hour! We are getting old, Tabitha -- and maybe our day is nearly over!"

Griselda, forced to move in with her aunts Grizzel and Tabitha, finds life so miserable that she throws a book at the cuckoo clock, which breaks. In return for persuading the cuckoo that she is sorry, the cuckoo takes her off to magical worlds. A classic fantasy tale originally published in 1877, the Wildside Press edition is a facsimile reprint complete with the original illustrations. Mrs. Molesworth has been called "the Jane Austen of the nursery" with good reason.

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"The cuckoo clock has stopped!" exclaims little Griselda. "Stopped!" says Miss Tabitha, throwing up her hands. "Impossible!" "I mean cuckoo has stopped," the girl says. "The clock is going on, but the cuckoo isn't telling the hours." "What can we do?" says Miss Tabitha. "Should we send for the watch-maker?" But Miss Grizzel shakes her head, and says, "That would be worse than useless, Tabitha. Were we to search the world over, we would find no one to put it right. Fifty years and more, that clock has never missed an hour! We are getting old, Tabitha -- and maybe our day is nearly over!"

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This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work.

"Somewhat back from the village street Stands the old-fashioned country seat." Once upon a time in an old town, in an old street, there stood a very old house. Such a house as you could hardly find nowadays, however you searched, for it belonged to a gone-by time—a time now quite passed away. It stood in a street, but yet it was not like a town house, for though the front opened right on to the pavement, the back windows looked out upon a beautiful, quaintly terraced garden, with old trees growing so thick and close together that in summer it was like living on the edge of a forest to be near them; and even in winter the web of their interlaced branches hid all clear view behind. There was a colony of rooks in this old garden. Year after year they held their parliaments and cawed and chattered and fussed; year after year they built their nests and hatched their eggs; year after year, I suppose, the old ones gradually died off and the young ones took their place, though, but for knowing this must be so, no one would have suspected it, for to all appearance the rooks were always the same—ever and always the same.