"And a pearl without a price," piped the sea lady.
"But why do mermaids have fish tales to tell?" demanded Gud.
"I don't know," answered the deep sea diver, who was looking for the treasure. "But they call 'Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea' prophetic fiction, but you can't shoot a rifle under water without blowing your head off."
Just then the Underdog barked at the copycat and Gud woke up and realized that all this marine stuff was just the subconscious yearning of a writer born in the short grass country to imitate Conrad, and that he, Gud, was still lying in the pasture, and that the snow had changed to rain and his feet were wet.
Chapter XXXIX
And old Giasticuticus
Stood on a mountain side,
His right legs shorter than his left,
And scratched his tough, thick hide.
"I live upon a bias, true,
With legs I'd like to hide,
But that arose from dwelling here
Upon the mountain side."