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Phil's heart was very low within him. During the last few days, ever since that terrible interview with his mother, he had built his hopes high. He had been almost sure that the tankard was waiting for him in the lady's house in the forest, that he should find it there when he went to make inquiries, and then that he might bring it back to his mother and so remove the shadow from her brow.
"I never knew that mother could miss a thing Gabrielle had given her so very, very much," thought the little boy. "But there's no doubt at all she does miss it and that she's fretting. Poor, dear mother! she's not unkind to me. Oh, no, she's never that except when she's greatly vexed; but, all the same, I know she's fretting; for those lines round her mouth have come out again, and even when she laughs and tries to be merry downstairs I see them. There's no doubt at all that she's fretting and is anxious. Poor mother! how I wish I could find the green lady of the forest and that she would give me the bag of gold which would satisfy mother's heart."