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The Magic Comb
by
And the more she combed the longer grew the pretty curls, until, to the astonishment of Mary Louise, she found her hair trailing down to her very feet. The breeze suddenly blew it to one side, and there on the sand, instead of her two little shoes, was a mermaid’s tail, with a flippy-floppy fin on the end!
“Come with me,” said the mermaid, and without a moment’s hesitation Mary Louise followed her into the water and out beyond the breakers, swimming as easily as if she had always been a little mermaid, instead of a girl who wore tan shoes.
“Where are we going?” asked Mary Louise, as the dim line of the shore disappeared and there was nothing in sight but the great, restless ocean.
The mermaid did not answer, but looked about intently, as if trying to find something.
“What are you looking for?” asked Mary Louise, for she was a curious little girl, and forgot one question as soon as she asked another.
“Oh, there it is!” exclaimed the mermaid. “Come with me. Hold your hands out before you like this and dive down!”
“But where are we going?” again asked Mary Louise as they sank lower and lower in the sea.
“Oh, I forgot,” answered the mermaid, turning with a smile to her little companion; “I was so busy looking for the subway entrance that I forgot your question.”
“Goodness!” cried Mary Louise. “I didn’t know there was a subway in the sea!”
“To be sure,” answered the mermaid. “The track lies along the bottom of the ocean. It’s not a railroad train we’re going to take, but a water train that comes all the way from the Northern seas, sweeping on like a river in the sea. Wait till we get down there. You’ll see how fast it goes.”
Mary Louise was too astonished to speak.
“The Pullman cars,” continued the mermaid, “are icebergs. They come from the North every summer to take a trip South.”
“Whew!” shivered Mary Louise. “I think we ar near one now, for I feel quite cold.”
Sure enough, she was right, for there close at hand was a great white object.
“All aboard!” shouted a big polar bear. “Watch your step!”
The mermaid helped Mary Louise to slide on a projecting ledge, and off they went.
“Now we can enjoy the scenery,” laughed the mermaid, as she arranged her tail in an artistic curve and brushed back her hair, which had been swept over her eyes by the swift action of the water.
“The train never stops, you know, until it reaches its destination, but that need not interfere with our getting off any time we please should you wish to visit any pretty spot we pass on our journey.”
Just at that moment there was a tremendous crash and Mary Louise found herself thrown off into the water, while a muffled roar rolled through the depths of the ocean.