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.