While her uncle said these things, all the beauty seemed to fall away from her friend, all the sweetness from their love, and all her faith in the little dream which had made her so happy. Mermaids became treacherous, unlovely, unreal creatures; and Lorelei seemed like a naughty, selfish child, who deceived her, and made her do wrong things. Her uncle had been very kind to her all her life; and she loved him, was grateful, and wanted to show that she was, by pleasing him. But her heart clung to the friend she had made, trusted, and loved; and it seemed impossible to give up the shadow, even though the substance was gone. She put her hands before her face for a moment; then laid her arms about the old man's neck, and whispered, with a little sob: "I'll give her up; but you'll be kind to her, because I was fond of her once." As the last word left Fancy's lips, a long, sad cry sounded through the room; Lorelei sprung in, gave her one kiss, and was seen to run swiftly toward the beach, wringing her hands. Fancy flew after; but, when she reached the shore, there was nothing to be seen but the scattered pebbles, shells, and weeds that made the mock mermaid, floating away on a receding wave. "Do you believe now?" cried Fancy, weeping bitterly, as she pointed to the wreck of her friend, and turned reproachfully toward Uncle Fact, who had followed in great astonishment. The old gentleman looked well about him; then shook his head, and answered decidedly: "No, my dear, I _don't_. It's an odd affair; but, I've no doubt, it will be cleared up in a natural way sometime or other." But there he was mistaken; for this mystery never _was_ cleared up. Other people soon forgot it, and Fancy never spoke of it; yet she made very few friends, and, though she learned to love and value Uncle Fact as well as Aunt Fiction, she could not forget her dearest playmate. Year after year she came back to the sea-side; and the first thing she always did was to visit the place where she used to play, and stretch her arms toward the sea, crying tenderly: "O my little friend! come back to me!" But Lorelei never came again. THE END. * * * * * LOUISA M. ALCOTT'S FAMOUS BOOKS [Illustration: "Sing, Tessa; sing!" cried Tommo, twanging away with all his might.--PAGE 47.] AUNT JO'S SCRAP-BAG: Containing "My Boys," "Shawl-Straps," "Cupid and Chow-Chow," "My Girls," "Jimmy's Cruise in the Pinafore," "An Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving." 6 vols. Price of each, $1.00. ROBERTS BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS, _Boston_. * * * * * LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON'S STORIES. [Illustration] BED-TIME STORIES. MORE BED-TIME STORIES. NEW BED-TIME STORIES. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY ADDIE LEDYARD. Three volumes in a box. Price, $3.75. _ROBERTS BROTHERS_, _Publishers_, BOSTON. * * * * * AUNT JO'S SCRAP-BAG. CUPID AND CHOW-CHOW, ETC. [Illustration: SCRAP-BAG. VOL III.] BY LOUISA M. ALCOTT,