'And can't you tell me where my laugh is?' asked the little Piskey wistfully. 'I am a miserable, poor thing without my laugh.' 'I'm sure you are,' said the Tiny Bargeman, 'and I'll do what I can to help you to find it. I wasn't shut up in a stone all those centuries for nothing, as, perhaps, you have not lost your laugh for nothing. I'll tell you at once that your laugh has never been near this desolate spot, but it is possible that Giant Tregeagle may have seen it on his wild flight down to St. Minver sand-hills, or maybe he has seen it on the golden dunes. I advise you to go there and ask him.' 'How can I get to the sand-hills?' asked the poor little Piskey. 'It would take me such a long time to get there with no dance in my feet; and there is no little Lantern Man here to give me a lift in his Lantern.' 'You need not trouble your head how you are to get to the sand-hills. I'll take you near there in my Barge.' 'In your Barge?' echoed the little Piskey, looking over his shoulder to the long stretch of country between him and the sea, and then at the great pool set like a cup on the top of the moors, with no visible outlet. 'You are wondering how I can take you to the great outer sea,' said the Tiny Bargeman. 'For your satisfaction I will tell you that there is an underground waterway that leads down to Trebetherick Bay, close to St. Minver sand-hills. I will take you there in my Barge.' 'Why are you so kind?' asked the little Piskey, looking gratefully at the little old Bargeman. 'My brothers were not nearly so kind.' 'I saw you helping the wicked Giant to dip this great mere dry, and I thought so kind a deed deserved another,' answered the Little Bargeman lightly; 'and I told myself as I watched you that I would do you a kindness, if you needed a kindness. Will you let me take you to Trebetherick Bay?' 'Gladly,' answered the little Piskey. 'Get into my Barge, then,' cried the little old Bargeman; and the Piskey scrambled in and sat in the stern of the Barge facing the Bargeman. 'I like rowing about this pool,' remarked the Tiny Bargeman, as he put his little craft about and began to row from the shore. 'It has so many memories. It was here by this mere that the Lady of the Lake (not the one who shut me up in a stone) forged the wonderful Excalibur, the two-handled sword with the jewelled hilt, which she gave to Arthur the King, who, you know, afterwards ruled all the land. It was here that Sir Bedivere--one of the Knights of the far-famed Round Table--flung the sword by order of the wounded King, and was caught by the Lake Lady's uplifted arm. It was here---- But you are not listening,' he cried, breaking off his sentence as he noticed that the little Piskey was not paying any attention to what he was saying. 'I'm afraid I wasn't,' he said, very much ashamed. 'I am very dull and stupid since I lost my laugh.'