Mrs. Lovel slept very soundly, and Phil did not disturb her when he
opened the ponderous oak door of his bedroom, and clasping the tankard
tightly in both hands went downstairs and out. It was very, very early,
for Phil had mistaken the shining of the moon for the first light of
day. Not a soul was up at Avonsyde, but the little boy easily found a
means of exit, and in a few moments was running quickly down the
straight avenue which led into the forest. He was intensely happy and
excited, for the fragrance of his delightful dreams was still
surrounding him, and he felt confident that if he only ran far enough he
must find that wonderful lady whose dress was greener than the trees and
whose face was so radiantly beautiful. The morning was damp and gloomy,
for the moon set very soon after Phil started on his walk, and the sun
had no idea of getting up for another couple of hours. The forest, which
looked so pleasant and cheery by day, was now all that was dark and
dismal; so of course the first thing that happened to poor little Phil
was completely to lose his way.
He possessed a very high spirit, and such small disadvantages as
stumbling in the dark and tearing himself with unseen briers, and
altogether becoming a sadly chilled and damp little boy, could not
quench the ardent hope which impelled him to go forward. He pushed on
bravely, having a kind of confidence that the further he got from
Avonsyde the more likely he was to meet the lady. Presently the darkness
gave place to a gray, dim light, and then, in an incredibly short space
of time, the little boy found himself surrounded by a delicious golden
atmosphere. The sun climbed up into the heavens; the mist vanished;
daylight and sunlight had come. Phil took off his cap, and leaning
against a tree laughed with pleasure. It wanted three weeks to
Christmas; but what a lovely morning, and how the sun glittered and
sparkled on the frosty ground! Some shy robin-redbreasts hopped about
and twittered gleefully; the squirrels were intensely busy cracking
their breakfast-nuts; and Phil, raising his eyes to watch them,
discovered that he was hungry. His hunger he could not gratify, but the
thirst which also assailed him could be easily assuaged, for a brook
babbled noisily not many feet away. Phil ran to it, and dipping his
tankard into the water took a long draught. He had not an idea where he
was, but with the sun shining and the birds singing no part of the
forest could be lonely, and he tripped on in gay spirits, hoping to see
the lady with the green dress coming to meet him through the trees. He
had listened to many stories about the forest lady from Kitty. She
appeared very, very seldom to any one, but when she did come she chose a
solitary place and moment, for it was one of her unbroken rules never to
reveal herself to two people together. Phil, remembering this
peculiarity of the beautiful lady, took care to avoid the high-road and
to plunge deeper and deeper into the most shady recesses and the most
infrequented paths. As he walked on, whether from exhaustion or from
hunger, or from an under-current of strong excitement, he became really
a little feverish; his heart beat a great deal too fast, and his
imagination was roused to an abnormal extent. He knew that he had lost
his way, but as the hours went on he became more and more convinced that
he would find the lady, and of course when he saw her and looked in her
face his troubles would be ended. He would pour out all his cares and
all his longings into the ears of this wonderful being. She would soothe
him; she would pity him; and, above all things, she would give him that
golden store which would make his mother contented and happy.
"Perhaps she will carry me home too," thought little Phil, "for though I
am always making believe to be well, I am not really a strong boy, and I
am very tired now."
The hours went on, the daylight grew brighter, and then came an
unexpected change. The sunny morning was treacherous, after all; dark
clouds approached from the north; they covered the smiling and sunny
sky, and then a cold rain which was half-sleet began to fall
mercilessly. Phil had of course not dreamed of providing himself with a
great-coat, and though at first the trees supplied him with a certain
amount of shelter, their branches, which were mostly bare, were soon
drenched, and the little boy was wet through. He had climbed to the top
of a rising knoll, and looking down through the driving rain he heard a
stream brawling loudly about forty feet below. He fancied that if he got
on lower ground he might find shelter, so he ran as quickly as he could
in the direction of the hurrying water. Oh, horror! what had happened to
him? What was this? The ground shook under his little footsteps. When he
tried to step either backward or forward he sank. Phil caught his
breath, laughed a little because he did not want to cry, and said aloud:
"Kitty is quite right; there are bogs in the forest, and I'm in one."
He was a very brave child, and even his present desperate situation did
not utterly daunt him.
"Now I'm in real danger," he said aloud. "In some ways it's rather nice
to be in real danger. Rupert and I used often to talk about it and
wonder what we'd do, and Rupert always said: 'Phil, be sure when the
time comes that you don't lose your presence of mind.' Well, the time
has come now, and I must try to be very cool. When I stay perfectly
still I find that I don't sink--at least very little. Oh, how tired I am!
I wish some one would come. I wish the rain would stop. I know I'll fall
presently, for I'm so fearfully tired. I wish the lady would come--I do
wish she would! If she knew that I was in danger she might hurry to
me--that is, if she's as kind and beautiful as Kitty tells me she is. Oh,
dear! oh, dear! I know I shall fall soon. Well, if I do I'm certain to
sink into the bog, and--Rupert will have Avonsyde. Oh, poor mother! how
she will wonder where I've got to! Now, I really don't want to sink in a
bog even for Rupert's sake, so I must keep my presence of mind and try
to be as cheerful as possible. Suppose I sing a little--that's much
better than crying and will make as much noise in case any one is
passing by."
So Phil raised a sweet and true little voice and tried to rival the
robins. But a poor little half-starving boy stuck fast in a bog is so
far a remarkable spectacle that the robins themselves, coming out after
the shower to dry their feathers, looked at him in great wonder. He was
a brave little boy and he sang sweetly, and they liked the music he made
very well; but what was he doing there? Perching themselves on the
boughs of some low trees which grew near the brook, they glanced shyly
at him out of their bright eyes, and then quite unknowingly performed a
little mission for his rescue. They flew to meet a lady whom they knew
well and from whose hand they often pecked crumbs, and they induced this
lady to turn aside from her accustomed path and to follow them, as they
hopped and flew in front of her; for the lady was suddenly reminded by
the robins of some little birds at home for which she meant to gather a
particular weed which grew near the bog.
The rain was over, the sun was again shining brightly, when little Phil,
tired, sick unto death, raised his eyes and saw, with the sunlight
behind her, a lady, graceful and gracious in appearance, coming down the
path. He did not notice whether her dress was gray or green; he only
knew that to him she looked radiant and lovely.
"Oh, you have been a long time coming, but please save me now!" he
sobbed, and then he did tumble into the bog, for he suddenly fainted
away.