I can show you quite well, and we can be back by tea-time." "Very well," said Griselda; and off they set.
Whether it was the way to fairyland or not, it was not to be wondered at that little Phil thought so.

He led Griselda right across the wood to a part where she had never been before.

It was pretty rough work part of the way.

The children had to fight with brambles and bushes, and here and there to creep through on hands and knees, and Griselda had to remind Phil several times of her promise to his nurse that his clothes should not be the worse for his playing with her, to prevent his scrambling through "anyhow" and leaving bits of his knickerbockers behind him.
But when at last they reached Phil's favourite spot all their troubles were forgotten.

Oh, how pretty it was! It was a sort of tiny glade in the very middle of the wood--a little green nest enclosed all round by trees, and right through it the merry brook came rippling along as if rejoicing at getting out into the sunlight again for a while.