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A few nights later, when Jimbo and Nixie were allowed to come down to dessert, the wind was heard to make a queer moaning sound in the ivy branches that hung over the dining-room windows. Jimbo heard it too. He held his breath for a minute; then he looked round the table in a frightened way, and the next minute gave a scream and burst into tears.
Soon she was dancing in the water, frolicking like a nixie, catching the water up in her hands and tossing it into the air and then darting out from beneath it before it could fall upon her. Veronica laughed and clapped her hands as she watched Sahwah, and wished she were an artist that she might paint the picture.
"Nixie! not guilty!" he said tauntingly. "Why, what do you mean?" "Haven't you heard of Mr. Riis, Jacob Riis?" I said I had. "The Governor's friend?" "Yes; what of it?" "Well, ain't he at Headquarters for the Sun?" I said that was so. "Well?" I took out my card and handed it to him. "I am that man," I said. For a fraction of a second the policeman's jaw dropped; but he was a thoroughbred.
Her father shot a sidelong glance at the nixie green as he fitted another little rocket into its groove in the larger one's interior, where the touch of a mechanical appliance, like the trigger of a gun, in the Thunder Bird's tail, would ignite it in flight.
Einsbacher had the last word with Felicity. "I hope you will like the vlowers," he whispered gutturally. "Let me know if I may make you a present of the Nixie," and he gave a thick smile. "You know my rule," she murmured, her lids heavy, a bored droop at the corners of her mouth. "Nothing worth more than five dollars, except flowers. Why should I break it " her voice hovered "for you?" it sank.
Nixie looked puzzled, but Jimbo came to the rescue at once. "But you wouldn't understand if we did tell you," he said, in a slow, respectful voice. His tone held a touch of that indescribable scorn heard sometimes in a child's tone the utter contempt for the stupid grown-up creature. Miss Lake noticed, and felt annoyed.
But this Water Nixie had lost her happiness through not being good. She had forgotten many things that had been told her, and she had done many things that grieved others. She had stolen somebody else's property quite a large bundle of happiness which belonged elsewhere and not to her.
"Out with it!" "You promised you would, Nixie." "... if you would come and play Rabbits with us?" came the words in a desperate rush, with laughter not far behind. The big man with the fierce white moustaches glared over the top of his glasses at the intruders as if amazed beyond belief at the audacity of the request.
"Oh, yes, the baby and all that." He waved his arm vaguely, and began to fidget. She steered away from the rocks. "Anyhow, I'm glad you've helped him," she said sincerely. "I knew you would be. Look here, Mary, can we go on at the present rate barring Jensen till I finish the Nixie? I don't want Constantine to have the Demeter alone, it isn't good enough."
It was whispered among them that she was a nixie from the Mummel-lake far under the mountains, for never mortal was so richly endowed with beauty and grace. As time went on the son of the house grew more and more melancholy as his love for the fair unknown became deeper. Only during the brief hour of her visit would he show any cheerfulness.
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