The first thing she saw was her own exquisite face, and Sam's brown phiz peering over her shoulder.

A golden tress of hair, loosened by the sea breeze, fell down into the water, and had to be looped up again.

Then gazing down once more, she saw beneath the crystal water a bed of flowers; dahlias, ranunculuses, carnations, chrysanthemums, of every colour in the rainbow save blue.

She gave a cry of pleasure: "What are they, Doctor?
What do you call them ?" "Sea anemones, in English, I believe," said the Doctor, "actinias, serpulas, and sabellas.

You may see something like that on the European coasts, on a small scale, but there is nothing I ever have seen like that great crimson fellow with cream-coloured tentacles.