“Whatever shall I do with the horrid old thing?” she cried, and she wept faster than before.
Splash, splash, fell the big crystal tears, on to the steps of the ancient stone Lantern.
“Don’t splash so, up there!” cried a small voice, which sounded so very familiar that Coppertop ceased weeping, and, drying her little grey eyes, looked down.
And there, to her intense delight, she beheld Miss Smiler.
“Oh, you dear, duckie, little old person!” she cried. “However did you get here?”
“Oh, I just trotted along on my four legs,” replied the Camel, smiling up at her, “until I came to the sea, and then—
Myself and a Nautilus
Put to sea
In a beautiful ship
Of purple shell.