Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell;
Hark! now I hear them—Ding-dong, bell!”
“It’s lovely!” cried Katy. “And which lines are underscored, Mary?”
“‘Of his bones are coral made,’ and ‘Those are pearls that were his eyes,’ and ‘something rich and strange.’ Oh, Katy, what do you suppose Aunt Nan meant this time?” said Mary with eager eyes.
“OH, KATY, WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE AUNT NAN MEANT
THIS TIME?”
At this point Caliban arched his back and yawned prodigiously, then jumped down on the floor and sat at Mary’s feet, switching his tail.