"And if the fairies _do_ come here," said Phil, "they"ll be very pleased to find a house all ready, won"t they?"
Then they had to gather flowers to ornament the house inside, and dry leaves and twigs all ready for a fire in one corner. Altogether it was quite a business, I can a.s.sure you, and when it was finished they were very hot and very tired and _rather_ dirty. Suddenly a thought struck Griselda.
"Phil," she said, "it must be getting late."
"Past tea-time?" he said coolly.
"I dare say it is. Look how low down the sun has got. Come, Phil, we must be quick. Where is the place we came out of the wood at?"
"Here," said Phil, diving at a little opening among the bushes.
Griselda followed him. He had been a good guide hitherto, and she certainly could not have found her way alone. They scrambled on for some way, then the bushes suddenly seemed to grow less thick, and in a minute they came out upon a little path.
"Phil," said Griselda, "this isn"t the way we came."
"Isn"t it?" said Phil, looking about him. "Then we must have comed the wrong way."
"I"m afraid so," said Griselda, "and it seems to be so late already. I"m so sorry, for Aunt Grizzel will be vexed, and I did so want to please her. Will your nurse be vexed, Phil?"
"I don"t care if she are," replied Phil valiantly.
"You shouldn"t say that, Phil. You know we _shouldn"t_ have stayed so long playing."
"Nebber mind," said Phil. "If it was mother I would mind. Mother"s so good, you don"t know. And she never "colds me, except when I _am_ naughty--so I _do_ mind."
"She wouldn"t like you to be out so late, I"m sure," said Griselda in distress, "and it"s most my fault, for I"m the biggest. Now, which way _shall_ we go?"
They had followed the little path till it came to a point where two roads, rough cart-ruts only, met; or, rather, where the path ran across the road. Right, or left, or straight on, which should it be? Griselda stood still in perplexity. Already it was growing dusk; already the moon"s soft light was beginning faintly to glimmer through the branches.
Griselda looked up to the sky.
"To think," she said to herself--"to think that I should not know my way in a little bit of a wood like this--I that was up at the other side of the moon last night."
The remembrance put another thought into her mind.
"Cuckoo, cuckoo," she said softly, "couldn"t you help us?"
Then she stood still and listened, holding Phil"s cold little hands in her own.
She was not disappointed. Presently, in the distance, came the well-known cry, "cuckoo, cuckoo," so soft and far away, but yet so clear.
Phil clapped his hands.
"He"s calling us," he cried joyfully. "He"s going to show us the way.
That"s how he calls me always. Good cuckoo, we"re coming;" and, pulling Griselda along, he darted down the road to the right--the direction from whence came the cry.
They had some way to go, for they had wandered far in a wrong direction, but the cuckoo never failed them. Whenever they were at a loss--whenever the path turned or divided, they heard his clear, sweet call; and, without the least misgiving, they followed it, till at last it brought them out upon the high-road, a stone"s throw from Farmer Crouch"s gate.
"I know the way now, good cuckoo," exclaimed Phil. "I can go home alone now, if your aunt will be vexed with you."
"No," said Griselda, "I must take you quite all the way home, Phil dear.
I promised to take care of you, and if nurse scolds any one it must be me, not you."
There was a little bustle about the door of the farm-house as the children wearily came up to it. Two or three men were standing together receiving directions from Mr. Crouch himself, and Phil"s nurse was talking eagerly. Suddenly she caught sight of the truants.
"Here he is, Mr. Crouch!" she exclaimed. "No need now to send to look for him. Oh, Master Phil, how could you stay out so late? And to-night of all nights, just when your----I forgot, I mustn"t say. Come in to the parlour at once--and this little girl, who is she?"
"She isn"t a little girl, she"s a young lady," said Master Phil, putting on his lordly air, "and she"s to come into the parlour and have some supper with me, and then some one must take her home to her auntie"s house--that"s what I say."
More to please Phil than from any wish for "supper," for she was really in a fidget to get home, Griselda let the little boy lead her into the parlour. But she was for a moment perfectly startled by the cry that broke from him when he opened the door and looked into the room. A lady was standing there, gazing out of the window, though in the quickly growing darkness she could hardly have distinguished the little figure she was watching for so anxiously.
The noise of the door opening made her look round.
"Phil," she cried, "my own little Phil; where have you been to? You didn"t know I was waiting here for you, did you?"
"Mother, mother!" shouted Phil, darting into his mother"s arms.
But Griselda drew back into the shadow of the doorway, and tears filled her eyes as for a minute or two she listened to the cooings and caressings of the mother and son.
Only for a minute, however. Then Phil called to her.
"Mother, mother," he cried again, "you must kiss Griselda, too! She"s the little girl that is so kind, and plays with me; and she has no mother," he added in a lower tone.
The lady put her arm round Griselda, and kissed her, too. She did not seem surprised.
"I think I know about Griselda," she said very kindly, looking into her face with her gentle eyes, blue and clear like Phil"s.
And then Griselda found courage to say how uneasy she was about the anxiety her aunts would be feeling, and a messenger was sent off at once to tell of her being safe at the farm.
But Griselda herself the kind lady would not let go till she had had some nice supper with Phil, and was both warmed and rested.
"And what were you about, children, to lose your way?" she asked presently.
"I took Griselda to see a place that I thought was the way to fairyland, and then we stayed to build a house for the fairies, in case they come, and then we came out at the wrong side, and it got dark," explained Phil.
"And _was_ it the way to fairyland?" asked his mother, smiling.
Griselda shook her head as she replied--
"Phil doesn"t understand yet," she said gently. "He isn"t old enough.
The way to the true fairyland is hard to find, and we must each find it for ourselves, mustn"t we?"
She looked up in the lady"s face as she spoke, and saw that _she_ understood.
"Yes, dear child," she answered softly, and perhaps a very little sadly.
"But Phil and you may help each other, and I perhaps may help you both."
Griselda slid her hand into the lady"s. "You"re not going to take Phil away, are you?" she whispered.
"No, I have come to stay here," she answered; "and Phil"s father is coming too, soon. We are going to live at the White House--the house on the other side of the wood, on the way to Merrybrow. Are you glad, children?"