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.
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