At that instant, they heard a splash in the water, and a shrill voice, like the voice of an angry boy, cried out:
“Who breaks my glass? Who breaks my glass?”
“What can that be?” whispered Merrimeg.
“I don’t know,” said Florrie. “Throw another stone, and perhaps we’ll hear it again.”
Merrimeg tossed another stone into the pool, and when the ripples had died away they heard the same voice again. This time it said:
“Who strikes my children? Who strikes my children?”
“Throw another,” whispered Pennie, and Merrimeg cast in another stone.
This time there was a loud wail, and the voice cried:
“My children! My children! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Then there was a splash, and nothing more. They waited a long time, but they heard nothing more.