“Oh please!” cried Winnie. “Oh dearest Merrimeg, please get my star.” “I’ll see how deep it is,” said Merrimeg, and she threw a stone into the middle of the pool. The water rippled away as the stone sank, and the star could not be seen any longer. “Oh!” cried Winnie. “Now you’ve sent my star away! It’s gone!” But the water became quiet in a moment, and there was the star again, shining bright at the bottom of the pool. 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. “I’m going to see,” said Merrimeg. “I may have hurt somebody. I can see better from the end of that log.” There was a dead log, the trunk of a fallen tree, lying out from the bank of the pool into the water, and Merrimeg stepped onto it and getting down on her hands and knees crawled out to the end of it. It was slippery, and she had to hold on very carefully to keep from falling off into the water. She leaned over as far as she could and looked down into the pool. She looked everywhere for the star, but she couldn’t see it; there seemed to be some dark thing under the water between herself and the star. “The star is gone!” she said to the others, in a whisper. As she said this, a hand came up out of the water and seized her wrist and pulled her off the log. Over she went into the pool, down, down, far down. The hand never once let go of her wrist. It pulled her down and down, faster and faster. At first she thought she was going to choke with the water, but in a moment she was all right again, only wet, very wet. And in another moment she was at the bottom, and the hand let go of her wrist. She stood up on her two feet on a floor of what looked like glass. There was a pale light shining all about her through the water, and she saw that it came from the star, lying on the floor nearby. Just over her head was a roof of glass, and it was badly broken in three or four places. Around her were walls of glass. She was in a little house of glass, with a broken roof, and full of water.