This path leads down to the wood, and there's a door in the wall at the bottom to get into the lane.

You may go down that way, little boy.

No one comes scrambling up the way you did." "But I want to find the cuckoo," said the little boy.

"I do so want to find the cuckoo." His voice sounded almost as if he were going to cry, and his pretty, hot, flushed face puckered up.

Griselda's heart smote her; she looked at him more carefully.