Like honey-bee’s sips!
Sing, sing, sea-fairies, sing!
‘Sing, sing, sea-fairies, sing!
For day has begun,
And high is the sun;
Now hasten away
To your dears and play!
Sing, sing, sea-fairies, sing!’
Bessie Jane held her breath until the music died away in the silver cadence of the morning sea, and the song was still in her ears, so that she was hardly conscious it was finished until she noticed the Small People had risen from the Piskey-stools and were leaving the cliff.
‘You aren’t going, are you, dear Little People?’ she cried, forgetting her shyness in her dismay at their going so soon.