For one instant she could not remember where she had seen him before; then she exclaimed, joyfully-- "It is Phil! Oh, cuckoo, it is Phil.

Have you turned into a fairy, Phil ?" But, alas, as she spoke the light faded away, the boy's figure disappeared, the sea and the shore and the sky were all as they had been before, lighted only by the faint, strange gleaming of the stars.

Only the boat remained.

Griselda saw it close to her, in the shallow water, a few feet from where she stood.
"Cuckoo," she exclaimed in a tone of reproach and disappointment, "where is Phil gone?
Why did you send him away ?" "I didn't send him away," said the cuckoo.

"You don't understand.