Griselda sprang up and clapped her hands with delight. At the sound, the child in the boat turned and looked at her. For one instant she could not remember where she had seen him before; then she exclaimed, joyfully--
"It is Phil! Oh, cuckoo, it is Phil. Have you turned into a fairy, Phil?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: IT WAS ROWED BY A LITTLE FIGURE]
But, alas, as she spoke the light faded away, the boy"s figure disappeared, the sea and the sh.o.r.e and the sky were all as they had been before, lighted only by the faint, strange gleaming of the stars. Only the boat remained. Griselda saw it close to her, in the shallow water, a few feet from where she stood.
"Cuckoo," she exclaimed in a tone of reproach and disappointment, "where is Phil gone? Why did you send him away?"
"I didn"t send him away," said the cuckoo. "You don"t understand. Never mind, but get into the boat. It"ll be all right, you"ll see."
"But are we to go away and leave Phil here, all alone at the other side of the moon?" said Griselda, feeling ready to cry.
"Oh, you silly girl!" said the cuckoo. "Phil"s all right, and in some ways he has a great deal more sense than you, I can tell you. Get into the boat and make yourself comfortable; lie down at the bottom and cover yourself up with the mantle. You needn"t be afraid of wetting your feet a little, moon water never gives cold. There, now."
Griselda did as she was told. She was beginning to feel rather tired, and it certainly was very comfortable at the bottom of the boat, with the nice warm feather-mantle well tucked round her.
"Who will row?" she said sleepily. "_You_ can"t, cuckoo, with your tiny little claws, you could never hold the oars, I"m----"
"Hush!" said the cuckoo; and whether he rowed or not Griselda never knew.
Off they glided somehow, but it seemed to Griselda that _somebody_ rowed, for she heard the soft dip, dip of the oars as they went along, so regularly that she couldn"t help beginning to count in time--one, two, three, four--on, on--she thought she had got nearly to a hundred, when----
XI
"CUCKOO, CUCKOO, GOOD-BYE!"
[Ill.u.s.tration]
"Children, try to be good!
That is the end of all teaching; Easily understood, And very easy in preaching.
And if you find it hard, Your efforts you need but double; Nothing deserves reward Unless it has given us trouble."
When she forgot everything, and fell fast, fast asleep, to wake, of course, in her own little bed as usual!
"One of your tricks again, Mr. Cuckoo," she said to herself with a smile. "However, I don"t mind. It _was_ a short cut home, and it was very comfortable in the boat, and I certainly saw a great deal last night, and I"m very much obliged to you--particularly for making it all right with Phil about not coming to play with me to-day. Ah! that reminds me, I"m in disgrace. I wonder if Aunt Grizzel will really make me stay in my room all day. How tired I shall be, and what will Mr.
Kneebreeches think! But it serves me right. I _was_ very cross and rude."
There came a tap at the door. It was Dorcas with the hot water.
"Good morning, missie," she said gently, not feeling, to tell the truth, very sure as to what sort of a humour "missie" was likely to be found in this morning. "I hope you"ve slept well."
"Exceedingly well, thank you, Dorcas. I"ve had a delightful night,"
replied Griselda amiably, smiling to herself at the thought of what Dorcas would say if she knew where she had been, and what she had been doing since last she saw her.
"That"s good news," said Dorcas in a tone of relief; "and I"ve good news for you, too, missie. At least, I hope you"ll think it so. Your aunt has ordered the carriage for quite early this morning--so you see she really wants to please you, missie, about playing with little Master Phil; and if to-morrow"s a fine day, we"ll be sure to find some way of letting him know to come."
"Thank you, Dorcas. I hope it will be all right, and that Lady Lavander won"t say anything against it. I dare say she won"t. I feel ever so much happier this morning, Dorcas; and I"m very sorry I was so rude to Aunt Grizzel, for of course I know I _should_ obey her."
"That"s right, missie," said Dorcas approvingly.
"It seems to me, Dorcas," said Griselda dreamily, when, a few minutes later, she was standing by the window while the old servant brushed out her thick, wavy hair, "it seems to me, Dorcas, that it"s _all_ "obeying orders" together. There"s the sun now, just getting up, and the moon just going to bed--_they_ are always obeying, aren"t they? I wonder why it should be so hard for people--for children, at least."
"To be sure, missie, you do put it a way of your own," replied Dorcas, somewhat mystified; "but I see how you mean, I think, and it"s quite true. And it _is_ a hard lesson to learn."
"I want to learn it _well_, Dorcas," said Griselda, resolutely. "So will you please tell Aunt Grizzel that I"m very sorry about last night, and I"ll do just as she likes about staying in my room or anything. But, if she _would_ let me, I"d far rather go down and do my lessons as usual for Mr. Kneebreeches. I won"t ask to go out in the garden; but I would like to please Aunt Grizzel by doing my lessons _very_ well."
Dorcas was both delighted and astonished. Never had she known her little "missie" so altogether submissive and reasonable.
"I only hope the child"s not going to be ill," she said to herself. But she proved a skilful amba.s.sadress, notwithstanding her misgivings; and Griselda"s imprisonment confined her only to the bounds of the house and terrace walk, instead of within the four walls of her own little room, as she had feared.
Lessons _were_ very well done that day, and Mr. Kneebreeches" report was all that could be wished.
"I am particularly gratified," he remarked to Miss Grizzel, "by the intelligence and interest Miss Griselda displays with regard to the study of astronomy, which I have recently begun to give her some elementary instruction in. And, indeed, I have no fault to find with the way in which any of the young lady"s tasks are performed."
"I am extremely glad to hear it," replied Miss Grizzel graciously, and the kiss with which she answered Griselda"s request for forgiveness was a very hearty one.
And it was "all right" about Phil.
Lady Lavander knew all about him; his father and mother were friends of hers, for whom she had a great regard, and for some time she had been intending to ask the little boy to spend the day at Merrybrow Hall, to be introduced to her G.o.d-daughter Griselda. So, _of course_, as Lady Lavander knew all about him, there could be no objection to his playing in Miss Grizzel"s garden!
And "to-morrow" turned out a fine day. So altogether you can imagine that Griselda felt very happy and light-hearted as she ran down the wood-path to meet her little friend, whose rosy face soon appeared among the bushes.
"What did you do yesterday, Phil?" asked Griselda. "Were you sorry not to come to play with me?"
"No," said Phil mysteriously, "I didn"t mind. I was looking for the way to fairyland to show you, and I do believe I"ve found it. Oh, it _is_ such a pretty way."
Griselda smiled.
"I"m afraid the way to fairyland isn"t so easily found," she said. "But I"d like to hear about where you went. Was it far?"
"A good way," said Phil. "Won"t you come with me? It"s in the wood. I can show you quite well, and we can be back by tea-time."
"Very well," said Griselda; and off they set.
Whether it was the way to fairyland or not, it was not to be wondered at that little Phil thought so. He led Griselda right across the wood to a part where she had never been before. It was pretty rough work part of the way. The children had to fight with brambles and bushes, and here and there to creep through on hands and knees, and Griselda had to remind Phil several times of her promise to his nurse that his clothes should not be the worse for his playing with her, to prevent his scrambling through "anyhow" and leaving bits of his knickerbockers behind him.
But when at last they reached Phil"s favourite spot all their troubles were forgotten. Oh, how pretty it was! It was a sort of tiny glade in the very middle of the wood--a little green nest enclosed all round by trees, and right through it the merry brook came rippling along as if rejoicing at getting out into the sunlight again for a while. And all the choicest and sweetest of the early summer flowers seemed to be collected here in greater variety and profusion than in any other part of the wood.
"_Isn"t_ it nice?" said Phil, as he nestled down beside Griselda on the soft, mossy gra.s.s. "It must have been a fairies" garden some time, I"m sure, and I shouldn"t wonder if one of the doors into fairyland is hidden somewhere here, if only we could find it."
"If only!" said Griselda. "I don"t think we shall find it, Phil; but, any way, this is a lovely place you"ve found, and I"d like to come here very often."
Then at Phil"s suggestion they set to work to make themselves a house in the centre of this fairies" garden, as he called it. They managed it very much to their own satisfaction, by dragging some logs of wood and big stones from among the brushwood hard by, and filling the holes up with bracken and furze.