. The sea fairies . NOBODY, said Capn Bill, solemnly, ever sawr a mer-maid an lived to tell the tale. Why not*? asked Trot, looking earnestly up into theold sailors face. They were seated on a bench built around a giant acaciatree that grew just at the edge of the bluff. Below themrolled the blue waves of the great Pacific. A little waybehind them was the house, a neat frame cottage paintedwhite and surrounded by huge eucalyptus and pepper farther behind that—a quarter of a mile distant butbuilt upon a bend of the coast—was the village, overlookinga pretty bay. Capn Bill and Trot c
. The sea fairies . NOBODY, said Capn Bill, solemnly, ever sawr a mer-maid an lived to tell the tale. Why not*? asked Trot, looking earnestly up into theold sailors face. They were seated on a bench built around a giant acaciatree that grew just at the edge of the bluff. Below themrolled the blue waves of the great Pacific. A little waybehind them was the house, a neat frame cottage paintedwhite and surrounded by huge eucalyptus and pepper farther behind that—a quarter of a mile distant butbuilt upon a bend of the coast—was the village, overlookinga pretty bay. Capn Bill and Trot came often to this tree, to sit andwatch the ocean below them. The sailor man had one meatleg and one hickory leg, and he often said the wooden 11 The Sea Fairies one was the best of the two. Once Capn Bill had com-manded and owned the Anemone, a trading schooner thatplied along the coast; and in those days Charlie Griffiths,who was Trots father, had been the Captains mate. Butever since Capn Bills accident, when
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