Now look through this one, Isabel." The girl stooped forward, was silent for a moment, then she gave a little cry of wonder.

She clutched Granet's arm and made him take her place.

He, too, called out softly.

He saw the sandy bottom covered with shells, a rock with tentacles of seaweed floating from it, several huge crabs, a multitude of small fishes.

Everything was clear and distinct.
He looked away with a little gasp.
"Wonderful!" he exclaimed.
Sir Meyville's smile was beatific.
"That is my share," he said.