He threw himself on the grass by the dogs, and began teasing and playing with them. Meanwhile Louie sat studying 'Lias with a frowning hostility, making faces at him now and then by way of amusement. To disappoint the impetuous will embodied in that small frame was to commit an offence of the first order. But one might as well make faces at a stone post as at old 'Lias when his wandering fit was on him. When the entertainment palled, Louie got up with a yawn, meaning to lounge back to the farm and investigate the nearness of dinner. But, as she turned, something caught her attention. It was the gleam of a pool, far away beyond the Downfall, on a projecting spur of the moor. 'What d' yo coe that bit watter?' she asked David, suddenly pointing to it. David rolled himself round on his face, and took a look at the bluish patch on the heather. 'It hasna got naw name,' he said, at a venture. 'Then yo're a stoopid, for it has,' replied Louie, triumphantly. 'It's t' _Mermaid_ Pool. Theer wor a Manchester mon at Wigsons' last week, telling aw maks o' tales. Theer's a mermaid lives in 't--a woman, I tell tha, wi' a fish's tail--it's in a book, an he read it out, soa _theer_--an on Easter Eve neet she cooms out, and walks about t' Scout, combin her hair--an if onybody sees her an wishes for soomthin, they get it, sartin sure; an--' 'Mermaids is just faddle an nonsense,' interrupted David, tersely. 'Oh, is they? Then I spose books is faddle. Most on 'em are--t' kind of books yo like--I'll uphowd yo!' 'Oh, is they?' said David, mimicking her. 'Wal, I like 'em, yo see, aw t' same. I tell yo, mermaids is nonsense, cos I _know_ they are. Theer was yan at Hayfield Fair, an the fellys they nearly smashed t' booth down, cos they said it wor a cheat. Theer was just a gell, an they'd stuffed her into a fish's skin and sewed 'er up; an when yo went close yo could see t' stuffin runnin out of her. An theer was a man as held 'er up by a wire roun her waist, an waggled her i' t' watter. But t' foak as had paid sixpence to coom in, they just took an tore down t' place, an they'd 'a dookt t' man an t' gell boath, if th' coonstable hadn't coom. Naw, mermaids is faddle,' he repeated contemptuously. 'Faddle?' repeated 'Lias, interrogatively. The children started. They has supposed 'Lias was of doting and talking gibberish for the rest of the morning. But his tone was brisk and as David looked up he caught a queer flickering brightness in the old man's eye, which showed him that 'Lias was once more capable of furnishing amusement or information. 'What do they coe that bit watter, 'Lias?' he inquired, pointing to it. 'That bit watter?' repeated 'Lias, eyeing it. A sort of vague trouble came into his face, and his wrinkled hands lying on his stick began to twitch nervously.