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moonlight night, and the sea was smooth as glass.

“It was on just such a night as this that we last sat here,” said Erick; “but how different you were then! Do you remember how unkind you were to me that night?”

“Yes, Erick, indeed I do,” said she. “But my looks were different then as well. I don’t mind about them for myself, but I wish I had not lost my pretty face, as you used to admire it.”

When the water elves heard these words, the old elf said,—

“Now is the time!” and they all hastened to the reflection and cut the sand ropes, and with a mighty crash it rose straight through the water to the surface, exactly beneath Lamorna’s gaze.

“Erick!” she cried with a start, “what's the matter? Has anything happened to the moon?”

“No, dear Lamorna, it is all right. Are you ill?” asked Erick anxiously.

“I think I must have been ill for the last year, and now I am quite well again,” said