“I believe John is right,” said Katy. “He does look like a witch-cat. He’s too knowing by half! I suppose I shall have to like the reading, if he says so.” Katy was just a bit jealous of Mary’s new friend.
“Of course Caliban knows what is best!” chuckled Mary. “Now, listen, Katy.” And she began to read the beautiful lines. Presently she caught up with her own bookmark, and went on with scenes which she had not read before. Mary read very nicely, and Katy listened patiently, while Caliban purred more and more loudly, “knitting” with busy paws on Mary’s knees.
After a while Katy saw Mary’s eyes grow wide, and she paused in the reading, ceasing to stroke Caliban’s glossy fur. Caliban looked up at her and stopped purring, as if to say, “What is it, little Mistress?”
“What is the matter? Go on, Mary,” cried Katy. “I like it!”
“It’s a Song,” said Mary, in a queer voice, “and words of it are underlined, Katy, in the same way that the other place I told you of was underlined.”
Katy nodded eagerly. She had heard about the clue to the finding of the key. “What does it say?” she asked.
And Mary read the lines of the Song:—
“Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls, that were his eyes;