98 Mahke-Believe

never came before my eyes except when I
was playing with the others. Then we
would chase one another under the water,
and turn quickly, or suddenly dive deeper,
and of course it would blind us for a
moment. You got caught, sometimes,
before you had begun to see again, but
mostly it just floated round you and was
not in the way at all. It was like the
weeds down there.”

She was still gazing into the clear water,
and now she grew silent, forgetful of her
story.

‘Ts there no more to tell?” asked the
Visitor.

“©, there is no end to tell. Some-
times when I am sleeping I seem to go
back to it all again in my dreams, and so I|
shall never forget.”

“You may be sure of that,” muttered
the Visitor a shade bitterly. Then speak-
ing to the child, “Go on with the story,
won't you?”

“Let me see,” said Doris, “where shall