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"We're all nodding, nid-nid-nodding. "
_How_ she managed it she never knew; but, somehow or other, it _was_ managed. She seemed to slide up the chain just as easily as in a general way she would have slidden down, only without any disagreeable anticipation of a bump at the end of the journey. And when she got to the top how wonderfully different it looked from anything she could have expected! The doors stood open, and Griselda found them quite big enough, or herself quite small enough -- which it was she couldn't tell, and as it was all a matter of fancy she decided not to trouble to inquire -- to pass through quite comfortably.