The Sea Fairies. Baum Lyman Frank

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СКАЧАТЬ was not dark in this vast cave, yet the light seemed to come from underneath the water, which all around them glowed with an exquisite sapphire color. Where the little waves crept up to the sides of the rocks they shone like brilliant jewels, and every drop of spray seemed a gem fit to deck a queen.

      Trot leaned her chin on her hands and her elbows on her lap and gazed at this charming sight with real enjoyment. Cap'n Bill drew in the oars and let the boat drift where it would, while he also sat silently admiring the scene.

      Slowly the little craft crept farther and farther into the dim interior of the vast cavern, while its two passengers feasted their eyes on the beauties constantly revealed. Both the old seaman and the little girl loved the ocean in all its various moods. To them it was a constant companion and a genial comrade. If it stormed and raved they laughed with glee; if it rolled great breakers against the shore they clapped their hands joyfully; if it lay slumbering at their feet they petted and caressed it; but always they loved it.

      Here was the ocean yet. It had crept under the dome of overhanging rock to reveal itself crowned with sapphires and dressed in azure gown, revealing in this guise new and unsuspected charms.

      "Good morning, Mayre," said a sweet voice.

      Trot gave a start and looked around her in wonder. Just beside her in the water were little eddies – circles within circles – such as are caused when anything sinks below the surface.

      "Did – did you hear that, Cap'n Bill?" she whispered, solemnly.

      Cap'n Bill did not answer. He was staring, with eyes that fairly bulged out, at a place behind Trot's back, and he shook a little, as if trembling from cold.

      Trot turned half around – and then she stared, too.

      Rising from the blue water was a fair face around which floated a mass of long, blonde hair. It was a sweet, girlish face, with eyes of the same deep blue as the water and red lips whose dainty smile disclosed two rows of pearly teeth. The cheeks were plump and rosy, the brows gracefully penciled, while the chin was rounded and had a pretty dimple in it.

      "The – the – most beauti-ful-est – in all the world!" murmured Cap'n Bill, in a voice of horror; "an' no one has ever lived to – to tell the tale!"

      There was a peal of merry laughter, at this; laughter that rippled and echoed throughout the cavern. Just at Trot's side appeared a new face – even fairer than the other – with a wealth of brown hair wreathing the lovely features. And the eyes smiled kindly into those of the child.

      "Are you – a – a – mermaid?" asked Trot, curiously. She was not a bit afraid. They seemed both gentle and friendly.

      "Yes, dear," was the soft answer.

      "We are all mermaids!" chimed a laughing chorus, and here and there, all about the boat, appeared pretty faces lying just upon the surface of the water.

      "Are you part fishes?" asked Trot, greatly pleased by this wonderful sight.

      "No, we are all mermaid," replied the one with the brown hair. "The fishes are partly like us, because they live in the sea and must move about. And you are partly like us, Mayre dear, but have awkward stiff legs so you may walk on the land. But the mermaids lived before fishes and before mankind, so both have borrowed something from us."

      "Then you must be fairies, if you've lived always," remarked Trot, nodding wisely.

      "We are, dear; we are the water fairies," answered the one with the blonde hair, coming nearer and rising till her slender white throat showed plainly.

      "We – we're – goners, Trot!" sighed Cap'n Bill, with a white, woebegone face.

      "I guess not, Cap'n," she answered calmly. "These pretty mermaids aren't going to hurt us, I'm sure."

      "No, indeed," said the first one who had spoken. "If we were wicked enough to wish to harm you our magic could reach you as easily upon the land as in this cave. But we love little girls dearly, and wish only to please them and make their lives more happy."

      "I believe that!" cried Trot, earnestly.

      Cap'n Bill groaned.

      "Guess why we have appeared to you," said another mermaid, coming to the side of the boat.

      "Why?" asked the child.

      "We heard you say yesterday you would like to see a mermaid, and so we decided to grant your wish."

      "That was real nice of you," said Trot, gratefully.

      "Also we heard all the foolish things Cap'n Bill said about us," remarked the brown haired one, smilingly; "and we wanted to prove to him they were wrong."

      "I on'y said what I've heard," protested Cap'n Bill. "Never havin' seen a mermaid afore, I couldn't be ackerate; an' I never expected to see one an' live to tell the tale."

      Again the cave rang with merry laughter, and as it died away Trot said:

      "May I see your scales, please? And are they green and purple and pink, like Cap'n Bill said?"

      They seemed undecided what to say to this, and swam a little way off, where the beautiful heads formed a group that was delightful to see. Perhaps they talked together, for the brown haired mermaid soon came back to the side of the boat and asked:

      "Would you like to visit our kingdom, and see all the wonders that exist below the sea?"

      "I'd like to," replied Trot, promptly; "but I couldn't. I'd get drowned."

      "That you would, mate!" cried Cap'n Bill.

      "Oh, no," said the mermaid. "We would make you both like one of ourselves, and then you could live within the water as easily as we do."

      "I don't know as I'd like it," said the child; "at least, for always."

      "You need not stay with us a moment longer than you please," returned the mermaid, smiling as if amused at the remark. "Whenever you are ready to return home we promise to bring you to this place again and restore to you the same forms you are now wearing."

      "Would I have a fish's tail?" asked Trot, earnestly.

      "You would have a mermaid's tail," was the reply.

      "What color would my scales be – pink, or purple?"

      "You may choose the color yourself."

      "Look a' here, Trot!" said Cap'n Bill, in excitement, "you ain't thinkin' o' doin' such a fool thing, are you?"

      "'Course I am," declared the little girl. "We don't get such inv'tations every day, Cap'n; and if I don't go now I may never find out how the mermaids live."

      "I don't care how they live, myself," said Cap'n Bill. "I jes' want 'em to let me live."

      "There's no danger," insisted Trot.

      "I do' know 'bout that. That's what all the other folks said when they dove after the mermaids an' got drownded."

      "Who?" asked the girl.

      "I don't know who; but I've heard tell – "

      "You've heard that no one ever saw a mermaid and lived," said Trot.

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