“What happened?” Will it be believed that Aunt Enid chose this moment for opening the door just wide enough to say, “Mavis—bed.” And Mavis had to go. But as she went she said again: “What happened?” “_It_,” said Francis, “whatever it was. I was saying....” “MAVIS!” called Aunt Enid. “Yes, Aunt Enid—you were saying _what_?” “I was saying, ‘_Sabrina fair_,’” said Francis, “do you think—but, of course, it couldn’t have been—and all dry like that, no water or anything.” “Perhaps magic _has_ to be dry,” said Mavis. “Coming, Aunt Enid! It seems to be mostly burning things, and, of course, that wouldn’t do in the water. What _did_ you see?” “It looked like Sabrina,” said Francis—“only tiny, tiny. Not doll-small, you know, but live-small, like through the wrong end of a telescope. I do wish you’d seen it.” “Say, ‘Sabrina fair’ again quick while I look.” “‘_Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting, Under the—_’” “Oh, Mavis, it is—it did. There’s something there truly. Look!” “Where?” said Mavis. “I can’t see—oh, let me look.” “MAVIS!” called Aunt Enid very loud indeed; and Mavis tore herself away. “I must go,” she said. “Never mind, we’ll look again tomorrow. Oh, France, if it _should_ be—magic, I mean—I’ll tell you what—” But she never told him what, for Aunt Enid swept in and swept out, bearing Mavis away, as it were, in a whirlwind of impatient exasperation, and, without seeming to stop to do it, blowing out the four candles as she came and went. At the door she turned to say, “Good night, Francis. Your bath’s turned on ready. Be sure you wash well behind your ears. We shan’t have much time in the morning.” “But Mavis always bathes first,” said he. “I’m the eldest.” “Don’t argue, child, for goodness’ sake,” said Aunt Enid. “Mavis is having the flat bath in my bedroom to save time. Come—no nonsense,” she paused at the door to say. “Let me see you go. Right about face—quick march!” And he had to. “If she must pretend to give orders like drill, she might at least learn to say ‘’Bout turn!’” he reflected, struggling with his collar stud in the steaming bathroom. “Never mind. I’ll get up early and see if I can’t see it again.” And so he did—but early as he was, Aunt Enid and the servants were earlier. The aquarium was empty—clear, clean, shining and quite empty. Aunt Enid could not understand why Francis ate so little breakfast. “What has she done with them?” he wondered later. “_I_ know,” said Bernard solemnly. “She told Esther to put them on the kitchen fire—I only just saved my fish.” “And what about my shells?” asked Mavis in sudden fear. “Oh, she took those to take care of. Said you weren’t old enough to take care of them yourself.”