"Yes," said Griselda coolly, "and I want to play with him again."
"Griselda," said her aunt, "I am too astonished to say more at present.
Go to bed."
"Why should I go to bed? It is not my bedtime," cried Griselda, blazing up. "What have I done to be sent to bed as if I were in disgrace?"
"Go to bed," repeated Miss Grizzel. "I will speak to you to-morrow."
"You are very unfair and unjust," said Griselda, starting up from her chair. "That"s all the good of being honest and telling everything. I might have played with the little boy every day for a month and you would never have known, if I hadn"t told you."
She banged across the room as she spoke, and out at the door, slamming it behind her rudely. Then upstairs like a whirlwind; but when she got to her own room, she sat down on the floor and burst into tears, and when Dorcas came up, nearly half an hour later, she was still in the same place, crouched up in a little heap, sobbing bitterly.
"Oh, missie, missie," said Dorcas, "it"s just what I was afraid of!"
As Griselda rushed out of the room Miss Grizzel leant back in her chair and sighed deeply.
"Already," she said faintly. "She was never so violent before. Can one afternoon"s companionship with rudeness have already contaminated her?
Already, Tabitha--can it be so?"
"Already," said Miss Tabitha, softly shaking her head, which somehow made her look wonderfully like an old cat, for she felt cold of an evening and usually wore a very fine woolly shawl of a delicate grey shade, and the borders of her cap and the ruffles round her throat and wrists were all of fluffy, downy white--"already," she said.
"Yet," said Miss Grizzel, recovering herself a little, "it is true what the child said. She might have deceived us. Have I been hard upon her, Sister Tabitha?"
"Hard upon her! Sister Grizzel," said Miss Tabitha with more energy than usual; "no, certainly not. For once, Sister Grizzel, I disagree with you. Hard upon her! Certainly not."
But Miss Grizzel did not feel happy.
When she went up to her own room at night she was surprised to find Dorcas waiting for her, instead of the younger maid.
"I thought you would not mind having me, instead of Martha, to-night, ma"am," she said, "for I did so want to speak to you about Miss Griselda. The poor, dear young lady has gone to bed so very unhappy."
"But do you know what she has done, Dorcas?" said Miss Grizzel.
"Admitted a _boy_, a rude, common, impertinent _boy_, into my precincts, and played with him--with a _boy_, Dorcas."
"Yes, ma"am," said Dorcas. "I know all about it, ma"am. Miss Griselda has told me all. But if you would allow me to give an opinion, it isn"t quite so bad. He"s quite a little boy, ma"am--between five and six--only just about the age Miss Griselda"s dear papa was when he first came to us, and, by all I can hear, quite a little gentleman."
"A little gentleman," repeated Miss Grizzel, "and not six years old!
That is less objectionable than I expected. What is his name, as you know so much, Dorcas?"
"Master Phil," replied Dorcas. "That is what he told Miss Griselda, and she never thought to ask him more. But I"ll tell you how we could get to hear more about him, I think, ma"am. From what Miss Griselda says, I believe he is staying at Mr. Crouch"s farm, and that, you know, ma"am, belongs to my Lady Lavander, though it is a good way from Merrybrow Hall. My lady is pretty sure to know about the child, for she knows all that goes on among her tenants, and I remember hearing that a little gentleman and his nurse had come to Mr. Crouch"s to lodge for six months."
Miss Grizzel listened attentively.
"Thank you, Dorcas," she said, when the old servant had left off speaking. "You have behaved with your usual discretion. I shall drive over to Merrybrow to-morrow, and make inquiry. And you may tell Miss Griselda in the morning what I purpose doing; but tell her also that, as a punishment for her rudeness and ill-temper, she must have breakfast in her own room to-morrow, and not see me till I send for her. Had she restrained her temper and explained the matter, all this distress might have been saved."
Dorcas did not wait till "to-morrow morning"; she could not bear to think of Griselda"s unhappiness. From her mistress"s room she went straight to the little girl"s, going in very softly, so as not to disturb her should she be sleeping.
"Are you awake, missie?" she said gently.
Griselda started up.
"Yes," she exclaimed. "Is it you, cuckoo? I"m quite awake."
"Bless the child," said Dorcas to herself, "how her head does run on Miss Sybilla"s cuckoo. It"s really wonderful. There"s more in such things than some people think."
But aloud she only replied--
"It"s Dorcas, missie. No fairy, only old Dorcas come to comfort you a bit. Listen, missie. Your auntie is going over to Merrybrow Hall to-morrow to inquire about this little Master Phil from my Lady Lavander, for we think it"s at one of her ladyship"s farms that he and his nurse are staying, and if she hears that he"s a nice-mannered little gentleman, and comes of good parents--why, missie, there"s no saying but that you"ll get leave to play with him as much as you like."
"But not to-morrow, Dorcas," said Griselda. "Aunt Grizzel never goes to Merrybrow till the afternoon. She won"t be back in time for me to play with Phil to-morrow."
"No, but next day, perhaps," said Dorcas.
"Oh, but that won"t do," said Griselda, beginning to cry again. "Poor little Phil will be coming up to the wood-path _to-morrow_, and if he doesn"t find me, he"ll be _so_ unhappy--perhaps he"ll never come again if I don"t meet him to-morrow."
Dorcas saw that the little girl was worn out and excited, and not yet inclined to take a reasonable view of things.
"Go to sleep, missie," she said kindly, "and don"t think anything more about it till to-morrow. It"ll be all right, you"ll see."
Her patience touched Griselda.
"You are very kind, Dorcas," she said. "I don"t mean to be cross to _you_; but I can"t bear to think of poor little Phil. Perhaps he"ll sit down on my mossy stone and cry. Poor little Phil!"
But notwithstanding her distress, when Dorcas had left her she did feel her heart a little lighter, and somehow or other before long she fell asleep.
When she awoke it seemed to be suddenly, and she had the feeling that something had disturbed her. She lay for a minute or two perfectly still--listening. Yes; there it was--the soft, faint rustle in the air that she knew so well. It seemed as if something was moving away from her.
"Cuckoo," she said gently, "is that you?"
A moment"s pause, then came the answer--the pretty greeting she expected.
"Cuckoo, cuckoo," soft and musical. Then the cuckoo spoke.
"Well, Griselda" he said, "and how are you? It"s a good while since we have had any fun together."
"That"s not _my_ fault," said Griselda sharply. She was not yet feeling quite as amiable as might have been desired, you see. "That"s _certainly_ not my fault," she repeated.
"I never said it was," replied the cuckoo. "Why will you jump at conclusions so? It"s a very bad habit, for very often you jump _over_ them, you see, and go too far. One should always _walk_ up to conclusions, very slowly and evenly, right foot first, then left, one with another--that"s the way to get where you want to go, and feel sure of your ground. Do you see?"
"I don"t know whether I do or not, and I"m not going to speak to you if you go on at me like that. You might see I don"t want to be lectured when I am so unhappy."
"What are you unhappy about?"
"About Phil, of course. I won"t tell you, for I believe you know," said Griselda. "Wasn"t it you that sent him to play with me? I was so pleased, and I thought it was very kind of you; but it"s all spoilt now."
"But I heard Dorcas saying that your aunt is going over to consult my Lady Lavander about it," said the cuckoo. "It"ll be all right; you needn"t be in such low spirits about nothing."
"Were you in the room _then_?" said Griselda. "How funny you are, cuckoo. But it isn"t all right. Don"t you see, poor little Phil will be coming up the wood-path to-morrow afternoon to meet me, and I won"t be there! I can"t bear to think of it."