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Updated: May 9, 2025
"My shoe's gone! Oh! whatever am I to do? I'm so sorry, Godfather!" "So you ought to be!" said the old man sharply. "I told you something bad would happen if you ever took them off. The question is now, Where's the shoe gone to?" He leant his elbows on the mound, and looked out to sea. "Just what I thought!" he exclaimed. "The Sea-children have taken it for a boat.
"Well, then, you must start immediately, or the Sea-children will have hidden it away somewhere. You will be obliged to have a passport, but I'll tell you how to get that. Take this veil" and he drew a thin, transparent piece of silvery gauze from his pocket "and throw it over your head whenever you go under the water.
I long to make you some wreaths as beautiful as this necklace with all its colored shells." "We will wait, then," said the sea-children: "we will lie under the water and pop up our heads every few minutes to see if you are coming."
Allegorical figures designed with the purity of outline we admire in Botticelli, draperies that Burne-Jones might copy, troops of singing boys in the manner of Donatello, great angels traced upon the stone so delicately that they seem to be rather drawn than sculptured, statuettes in niches, personifications of all arts and sciences alternating with half-bestial shapes of satyrs and sea-children: such are the forms which fill the spaces of the chapel walls, and climb the pilasters, and fret the arches, in such abundance that had the whole church been finished as it was designed, it would have presented one splendid though bizarre effect of incrustation.
Large sweet-scented violets, purple and white; deep pink roses; hyacinths with the biggest of blue bells; as well as many others she did not know. They seemed to grow up under her feet, and soon her apron was so full that the flowers were falling out of the corners. Proserpina was just going to turn back to the sands to make the wreaths for the sea-children, when she cried out with delight.
Proserpina promised to remember what her mother said, and by the time the dragons with their big wings had whirled the car out of sight she was already on the shore, calling to the sea-children to come to play with her.
"O my sweet purple violets, shall I ever see you again?" and she began to cry bitterly. But like most children, she soon stopped crying, and in a short time she was running up and down the rooms as when she had played on the sands with the sea-children.
It did not look like a boat, and as it came nearer and nearer, she could see that it was a large shell, on which an old man with a long beard was seated cross-legged, surrounded by a crowd of laughing Sea-children. They clung to the sides of the shell, swum round it, or climbed up to rest themselves on its crinkled edges.
Proserpina was so delighted when they hung the necklace round her neck that she wanted to give them something in return. "Will you come with me into the fields," she asked, "and I will gather flowers and make you each a wreath?" "Oh no, dear Proserpina," said the sea-children, "we may not go with you on the dry land.
So this morning Mother Ceres put on her turban made of scarlet poppies and got into her car. This car was drawn by a pair of winged dragons which went very fast, and Mother Ceres was just ready to start, when Proserpina said, "Dear mother, I shall be very lonely while you are away, may I run down to the sands, and ask some of the sea-children to come out of the water to play with me?"
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