"Do you know him, then?
and have you asked him?
Oh, do tell me." Griselda recollected herself.

"You couldn't understand," she said.

"Some day perhaps I'll tell you--I mean if ever I see you again." "But I may see you again," said Phil, settling himself down comfortably beside Griselda on her mossy stone.

"You'll let me come, won't you?
I like to talk about fairies, and nurse doesn't understand.

And if the cuckoo knows you, perhaps that's why he called me to come to play with you." "How did he call you ?" asked Griselda.
"First," said Phil gravely, "it was in the night.