“I—I don’t know, Uncle Hugh.”
“Nor any one else. Did you tell the girls it was true?”
“It is true,” said Dennis, beginning to pant and rock from heel to toe and back again. “It is quite true.”
“It is, is it? And you see little men in the mist, eh?”
“I did this morning.”
“And he sees pictures in the water,” broke in one of the listening children.
“Do you see pictures in the water, Dennis?”
“Yes, sometimes.”
“In that water for instance? Look and see.”
The child knelt down and stared into the pool.