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Wet Magic "Perhaps if it's going to be magic," Mavis whispered to Francis, "outsiders wouldn't notice. They don't sometimes—I believe. Suppose you just said a bit of ‘Sabrina' to start the magic."

"Wouldn't be safe," Francis returned in the same low tones. "Suppose he wasn't an outsider, and did notice."

So there they stood helpless. What the label was hung on was a large zinc tank—the kind that they have at the tops of houses for the water supply—you must have seen one yourself often when the pipes burst in frosty weather, and your father goes up into the roof of the house with a candle and pail, and the water drips through the ceilings and the plumber is sent for, and comes when it suits him. The tank was full of water and at the bottom of it could be seen a mass of something dark that looked as if it were partly browny-green fish and partly greeny-brown seaweed.

"Sabrina fair," Francis suddenly whispered, "send him away."

And immediately a voice from outside called "Rube— Reuben—drat the boy, where's he got to?"—and the little spangled intruder had to go.

"There, now," said Mavis, "if that isn't magic!" Perhaps it was, but still the dark fish-and-seaweed heap in the tank had not stirred. "Say it all through," said Mavis.

"Yes, do," said Bernard, "then we shall know for certain whether it's a seal or not."

So once again—

He got no further. There was a heaving and stirring of the seaweed and fish tail, something gleamed white, through the brown some-40