“Can’t say, Trot,” he replied.  “I’ve asked divers about that, but none of ’em ever run acrost a mermaid’s nest yet, as I’ve heard of.”

“If they’re fairies,” she said, “their homes must be very pretty.”

“Mebbe so, Trot, but damp.  They are sure to be damp, you know.”

“I’d like to see a mermaid, Cap’n Bill,” said the child earnestly.

“What, an’ git drownded?” he exclaimed.

“No, and live to tell the tale.  If they’re beautiful, and laughing, and sweet, there can’t be much harm in them, I’m sure.”

“Mermaids is mermaids,” remarked Cap’n Bill in his most solemn voice.  “It wouldn’t do us any good to mix up with ’em, Trot.”

“May-re!  May-re!” called a voice from the house.

“Yes, Mamma!”

“You an’ Cap’n Bill come in to supper.”

THE MERMAIDS

CHAPTER 2

The next morning, as soon as Trot had helped wipe the breakfast dishes and put them away in the cupboard, the little girl and Cap’n Bill started out toward the bluff.  The air was soft and warm and the sun turned the edges of the waves into sparkling diamonds.  Across the bay the last of the fisherboats was speeding away out to sea, for well the fishermen knew this was an ideal day to catch rockbass, barracuda and yellowtail.

The old man and the young girl stood on the bluff and watched all this with interest.  Here was their world.  “It isn’t a bit rough this morning.  Let’s have a boat ride, Cap’n Bill,” said the child.

“Suits me to a T,” declared the sailor.  So they found the winding path that led down the face of the cliff to the narrow beach below and cautiously began the descent.  Trot never minded the steep path or the loose rocks at all, but Cap’n Bill’s wooden leg was not so useful on a downgrade as on a level, and he had to be careful not to slip and take a tumble.

But by and by they reached the sands and walked to a spot just beneath the big acacia tree that grew on the bluff.  Halfway to the top of the cliff hung suspended a little shed-like structure that sheltered Trot’s rowboat, for it was necessary to pull the boat out of reach of the waves which beat in fury against the rocks at high tide.  About as high up as Cap’n Bill could reach was an iron ring securely fastened to the cliff, and to this ring was tied a rope.  The old sailor unfastened the knot and began paying out the rope, and the rowboat came out of its shed and glided slowly downward to the beach.  It hung on a pair of davits and was lowered just as a boat is lowered from a ship’s side.  When it reached the sands, the sailor unhooked the ropes and pushed the boat to the water’s edge.  It was a pretty little craft, light and strong, and Cap’n Bill knew how to sail it or row it, as Trot might desire.

Today they decided to row, so the girl climbed into the bow and her companion stuck his wooden leg into the water’s edge “so he wouldn’t get his foot wet” and pushed off the little boat as he climbed aboard.  Then he seized the oars and began gently paddling.