I'll be at the wood-path then." "Welly well," murmured Phil.

Then he put out his two arms towards Griselda, all without opening his eyes, and she, bending down, kissed him softly.
"Phil's so sleepy," he whispered, like a baby almost.

Then he turned over and went to sleep more soundly than before.
"That'll do," said the cuckoo.

"Come along, Griselda." Griselda obediently made her way to the place whence the cuckoo's voice seemed to come.
"Shut your eyes and put your arms round my neck again," said the cuckoo.
She did not hesitate this time.

It all happened just as before.