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"But it was a water-baby, and I heard it speak!" cried Ellie. "Ah, it is gone!" And she jumped down off the rock, to try and catch Tom before he slipped into the sea. Too late! and what was worse, as she sprang down, she slipped, and fell some six feet, with her head on a sharp rock, and lay quite still.
So odd, indeed, that you will, no doubt, want to know how it happened, and why Tom could never find a water-baby till after he had got the lobster out of the pot. And, if you will read this story nine times over, and then think for yourself, you will find out why. It is not good for little boys to be told everything, and never to be forced to use their own wits.
So he took her up in his arms and carried her to her governess, and they all went home; and little Ellie was put to bed, and lay there quite still; only now and then she woke up and called out about the water-baby: but no one knew what she meant, and the professor did not tell, for he was ashamed to tell.
Your loving JULIAN. This is the answer to the letter: March 24, 1892. MY DEAR JULIAN: I never could make out about that water-baby. I have seen babies in water and babies in bottles; but the baby in the water was not in the bottle and the baby in the bottle was not in the water. Ever your loving GRANDPATER. Huxley was also fond of cats and dogs and pets of all kind.
It was asleep with its head resting on its arms and its beautiful, sunshine-golden-hair was spread over it. "Oh," said Little Brother, "I'll get that beautiful sun-shine-hair as a present for my brother!" So he crept very softly down on the log, thinking to kill the water-baby before it awoke.
It was fun to bail at first, but I'm getting a little tired of it now, and I love to be on the pond oh, almost as much as on Star!" Mr. Evringham's eyes shone with an unusually pleased expression. "Is it possible!" he returned. "It's a water-baby we have here, a regular water-baby!"
Presently, as he groped with his net among the weeds he caught poor Tom. "Dear me!" he cried, "what a large pink Holothurian. It has actually eyes. Why, it must be a Cephalopod!" "It is a water-baby," cried Ellie. "Water-fiddlesticks, my dear!" said the professor sharply. Now, Tom was in a most horrible fright, and between fright and rage he turned to bay and bit the professor's finger. "Oh!
"Then you are a water-baby," he replied. "And what do you think of the Princess, now you've found her?" "But she's wide-awake, so I suppose somebody has kissed her!" This very natural deduction moved the grown-up man to laughter; but the Princess, turning red and jumping up, declared that it was time for lunch.
So odd, indeed, that you will, no doubt, want to know how it happened, and why Tom could never find a water-baby till after he had got the lobster out of the pot. But if you will read this story nine times over, you will find out why. It is not good for little boys and girls to be told everything and never to be forced to make use of their own wits.
"What do you want, my little man? It is long since I have seen a water-baby here." Tom told her his errand, and asked the way to the Other-end-of- Nowhere. "You ought to know yourself, for you have been there already." "Have I, ma'am? I'm sure I forget all about it." "Then look at me." And, as Tom looked into her great blue eyes, he recollected the way perfectly. Now, was not that strange?
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