your clothes. And you
should tell her you're very sorry you've torn them to-day."

"Very well," said Phil, "I'll say that. But, oh see!" he exclaimed,
darting off, "there's a field mouse! If only I could catch him!"

Of course he couldn't catch him, nor could Griselda either; very ready,
though, she was to do her best. But it was great fun all the same, and
the children laughed heartily and enjoyed themselves tremendously. And
when they were tired they sat down again and gathered flowers for
nosegays, and Griselda was surprised to find how clever Phil was about
it. He was much quicker than she at spying out the prettiest blossoms,
however hidden behind tree, or stone, or shrub. And he told her of all
the best places for flowers near by, and where grew the largest
primroses and the sweetest violets, in a way that astonished her.

"You're such a little boy," she said; "how do you know so much about
flowers?"

"I've had no one else to play with," he said innocently. "And then, you
know, the fairies are so fond of them."

When Griselda thought it was time to go home, she led little Phil down
the wood-path, and through the door in the wall opening on to the lane.

"Now you can find your way home without scrambling through any more
bushes, can't you, Master Phil?" she said.

"Yes, thank you, and I'll come again to that place to-morrow afternoon,
shall I?" asked Phil. "I'll know when--after I've had my dinner and
raced three times round the big field, then it'll be time. That's how it
was to-day."

"I should think it would do if you _walked_ three times--or twice if you
like--round the field. It isn't a good thing to race just when you've
had your dinner," observed Griselda sagely. "And you mustn't try to come
if it isn't fine, for my aunts won't let me go out if it rains even the
tiniest bit And of course you must ask your nurse's leave."

"Very well," said little Phil as he trotted off. "I'll try to remember
all those things. I'm so glad you'll play with me again; and if you see
the cuckoo, please thank him."

CHAPTER IX.

UP AND DOWN THE CHIMNEY.

"_Helper_. Well, but if it was all dream, it would be the same as if
it was all real, would it not?

"_Keeper_. Yes, I see. I mean, Sir, I do _not_ see."--_A Liliput
Revel_.

_Not_ having "just had her dinner," and feeling very much inclined for
her tea, Griselda ran home at a great rate.

She felt, too, in such good spirits; it ha