"See, the nymph is coming up now!" said Molly eagerly. "What a beautiful color it is! It is diving and splashing and playing, just like a real boy."
"Look! It is a nymph!"
"And it is a real boy," said their father. "He is showing you the wonderful light and color in the water."
"Oh! Would I look as beautiful as that if I should swim in this water?" Molly asked eagerly.
"And would I?" cried May.
"Put your hand into the water and see," her father answered.
In a moment four little hands were splashing in the clear water. They were no longer the rosy hands of Molly and May. They looked like white marble hands, softly tinted with blue. The drops of water that fell from their fingers were like strings of lovely opals and sapphires. The children wanted to catch some of the drops to carry home, but the boat-man said they would look just like any other water drops out in the sunshine.
The drops of water were like strings of lovely opals