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“Heed, little birdlings,
And wiser you’ll be
For the lesson learned
To-day by the sea.”

“Well, to be sure the song has got a moral, if that silly Fancy only sees it,” said Uncle Fact, popping up his bald head again as the song ended.

“I thank you: that’s a good little song for me. But, Lorelei, are you sorry you came to be my friend?” cried Fancy; for, as she bent to lay the crown on the other’s head, she saw that she was looking wistfully down into the water that kissed her feet.

“Not yet: while you love me, I am happy, and never regret that I ceased to be a mermaid for your sake,” answered Lorelei, laying her soft cheek against her friend’s.

“How happy I was the day my play-mermaid changed to a real one!” said Fancy. “I often want to tell people all about that wonderful thing, and let them know who you really are: then they’d love you as I do, instead of calling you a little vagabond.”

“Few would believe our story; and those that did would wonder at me,–not love me as you do. They would put me in a cage, and make a show of me; and I should be so miserable I should die. So don’t tell who I am, will you?” said Lorelei earnestly.

“Never,” cried Fancy, clinging to her. “But, my deary, what will you do when uncle sends you away from me, as he means to do as soon as we go home? I can see you sometimes; but we cannot be always together, and there is no ocean for you to enjoy in the city.”

“I shall bear it, if I can, for your sake; if I cannot, I shall come back here, and wait till you come again next year.”

“No, no! I will not be parted from you; and, if uncle takes you away, I’ll come here, and be a mermaid with you,” cried Fancy.

The little friends threw their arms about each other, and were so full of their own feelings that they never saw Uncle Fact’s tall shadow flit across them, as he stole away over the soft sand. Poor old gentleman! he was in a sad state of mind, and didn’t know what to do; for in all his long life he had never been so puzzled before.

“A mermaid indeed!” he muttered. “I always thought that child was a fool, and now I’m sure of it. She thinks she is a mermaid, and has made Fancy believe it. I’ve told my wife a dozen times that she let Fancy read too many fairy tales and wonder-books. Her head is full of nonsense, and she is just ready to believe any ridiculous story that is told her. Now, what on earth shall I do? If I put Luly in an asylum, Fancy will break her heart, and very likely they will both run away. If I leave them together, Luly will soon make Fancy as crazy as she is herself, and I shall be mortified by having a niece who insists that her playmate is a mermaid. Bless my soul! how absurd it all is!”

Aunt Fiction had gone to town to see her publishers about a novel she had written, and he didn’t like to tell the queer story to any one else; so Uncle Fact thought it over, and decided to settle the matter at once. When the children came in, he sent Fancy to wait for him in the library, while he talked alone with Lorelei. He did his best; but he could do nothing with her,–she danced and laughed, and told the same tale as before, till the old gentleman confessed that he had heard their talk on the rocks: then she grew very sad, and owned that she was a mermaid. This made him angry, and he wouldn’t believe it for an instant; but told her it was impossible, and she must say something else.