“How’s that, Cap’n?  Why should we be crushed?” she asked.

“Why, ev’r’body knows that the deeper you go in the sea, the more the water presses agin you,” he explained.  “Even the divers in their steel jackets can’t stand it very deep down.  An’ here we be, miles from the top o’ the water, I s’pect, an’ we don’t feel crowded a bit.”

“I know why,” answered the child wisely.  “The water don’t touch us, you see.  If it did, it might crush us, but it don’t.  It’s always held a little way off from our bodies by the magic of the fairy mermaids.”

“True enough, Trot,” declared the sailor man.  “What an idjut I was not to think o’ that myself!”

In the royal banquet hall were assembled many of the mermaids, headed by the lovely queen, and as soon as their earth guests arrived, Aquareine ordered the meal to be served.  The lobsters again waited upon the table, wearing little white caps and aprons which made them look very funny; but Trot was so hungry after her afternoon’s excursion that she did not pay as much attention to the lobsters as she did to her supper, which was very delicious and consisted of many courses.  A lobster spilled some soup on Cap’n Bill’s bald head and made him yell for a minute, because it was hot and he had not expected it, but the queen apologized very sweetly for the awkwardness of her servants, and the sailor soon forgot all about the incident in his enjoyment of the meal.

After the feast ended, they all went to the big reception room, where some of the mermaids played upon harps while others sang pretty songs.  They danced together, too—­a graceful, swimming dance, so queer to the little girl that it interested and amused her greatly.  Cap’n Bill seemed a bit bashful among so many beautiful mermaids, yet he was pleased when the queen offered him a place beside her throne, where he could see and hear all the delightful entertainment provided for the royal guests.  He did not talk much, being a man of few words except when alone with Trot, but his light-blue eyes were big and round with wonder at the sights he saw.

Trot and the sailor man went to bed early and slept soundly upon their sponge-covered couches.  The little girl never wakened until long after the sun was shining down through the glass roof of her room, and when she opened her eyes she was startled to find a number of big, small and middle-sized fishes staring at her through the glass.  “That’s one bad thing ’bout this mermaid palace,” she said to herself.  “It’s too public.  Ever’thing in the sea can look at you through the glass as much as it likes.  I wouldn’t mind fishes looking at me if they hadn’t such big eyes, an’—­goodness me!  There’s a monster that’s all head!  And there goes a fish with a sail on its back, an’ here’s old Mummercubble, I’m sure, for he’s got a head just like a pig.”