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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Hundreds of people " Annet began, and with that, as a shadow fell on the rock, she lifted her eyes and uttered a little cry. Just above, on the flat tombstone that jutted over the ridge, stood a beautiful lady, and looked down on them. How it happened the children never precisely knew. When they came to compare notes that evening their recollections varied on several important particulars.
They craned to watch. Suddenly from the height of the cliff, close on their right, rang out the report of a gun. The song ceased abruptly, lost in the echoes that beat from cliff to cliff, and amid these echoes the children heard a noise of falling stones, followed by a heavy splash. Annet had sprung to her feet.
But this was certain, that before they could rise and run and Matthew Henry protested that, for his part, he had never an idea of running the apparition had stepped down from her pedestal and seated herself among them in the friendliest way. "Good day!" she nodded. "Now let me see ... this is Annet, and this is Linnet, and that is Matthew Henry, and I hope you're all uncommonly well."
Vashti, stretching out both hands to wave back the child, opened them suddenly to catch her and not too soon, for Annet alighted on a rock that sloped back towards the gulf, and had measured her powers against the leap so narrowly that her heels overhung the water and her body was bending backward when Vashti gripped, and, dragging her up to firm ground, took her in both arms. "But why?
She sang and combed her hair just as I told you. It was beginning to grow dark, but we could see her quite plainly." She turned for confirmation to Linnet and Matthew Henry, and they both nodded. Their father growled again that this was nonsense; but the Commandant, lifting a hand, asked what had taken them to the cliffs above Piper's Hole. "Yes," answered Annet again; "that was just the reason."
If a mermaid were to swim up to the surface under their very eyes, would she be more wonderful than the actual scene the black rocks, the sobbing water? "Folks," said Annet, incisively, "that laugh at stories about Piper's Hole, ought to come and see the place for themselves." "Yes," Matthew Henry agreed; "and after that they can begin to talk."
But to-day Linnet no sooner recognized the opening of the story than she set her face defiantly; and when Annet reached that most pathetic passage where the little mermaid glances down sorrowfully at her fish's tail, and "Let us be merry," says the grandmother, "let us dance and play for the three hundred years we have to live," Linnet lifted her chin, stared hard at the horizon and said resolutely albeit in a voice that trembled a little
It was no Bishop's court nor Star Chamber, much less a warrant signed by George the Third or by Bute, which in 1762 condemned Peter Annet to the pillory and the gaol for his Free Inquirer. The only evil which overtook Mandeville for his Fable of the Bees was to be harmlessly presented as a public nuisance by the Grand Jury of Middlesex.
Then she saw that they were applying the story to her, and the blood rushed into her face, but the more courteous youth was trying to turn away attention by calling on the harper for "The Beggar of Bethnal Green," or "Lord Thomas and Fair Annet," or any merry ballad. So it was borne in on Grisell that to these young gentlemen she was the lady unseemly to see.
Annet did not know that her father, having an appointment with the Lord Proprietor at North Inniscaw Farm, designed himself to call at the school on his way back, and row the children home.
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