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Then； I have no doubt； he repented fully of all the said naughty things which he had done； and promised to mend his life； as too many do when they think they have no life left to mend。 Whereby； as they fancy； they make a very cheap bargain。 But the old fairy with the birch rod soon undeceives them。
And then he grew all colours at once； and turned up his eyes like a duck in thunder； for the water was up to his chin； and still the lobster held on。
And then came a man…of…war's boat round the Mewstone； and saw his head sticking up out of the water。 One said it was a keg of brandy； and another that it was a cocoa…nut； and another that it was a buoy loose； and another that it was a black diver； and wanted to fire at it； which would not have been pleasant for the mayor： but just then such a yell came out of a great hole in the middle of it that the midshipman in charge guessed what it was； and bade pull up to it as fast as they could。 So somehow or other the Jack…tars got the lobster out； and set the mayor free； and put him ashore at the Barbican。 He never went lobster…catching again； and we will hope he put no more salt in the tobacco； not even to sell his brother's beer。
And that is the story of the Mayor of Plymouth； which has two advantages … first； that of being quite true； and second； that of having （as folks say all good stories ought to have） no moral whatsoever： no more； indeed； has any part of this book； because it is a fairy tale； you know。
And now happened to Tom a most wonderful thing； for he had not left the lobster five minutes before he came upon a water…baby。
A real live water…baby； sitting on the white sand； very busy about a little point of rock。 And when it saw Tom it looked up for a moment； and then cried； 〃Why； you are not one of us。 You are a new baby！ Oh； how delightful！〃
And it ran to Tom； and Tom ran to it； and they hugged and kissed each other for ever so long； they did not know why。 But they did not want any introductions there under the water。
At last Tom said； 〃Oh； where have you been all this while？ I have been looking for you so long； and I have been so lonely。〃
〃We have been here for days and days。 There are hundreds of us about the rocks。 How was it you did not see us； or hear us when we sing and romp every evening before we go home？〃
Tom looked at the baby again； and then he said：
〃Well； this is wonderful！ I have seen things just like you again and again； but I thought you were shells； or sea…creatures。 I never took you for water…babies like myself。〃
Now； was not that very odd？ So odd； indeed； that you will； no doubt； want to know how it happened； and why Tom could never find a water…baby till after he had got the lobster out of the pot。 And； if you will read this story nine times over； and then think for yourself； you will find out why。 It is not good for little boys to be told everything； and never to be forced to use their own wits。 They would learn； then； no more than they do at Dr。 Dulcimer's famous suburban establishment for the idler members of the youthful aristocracy； where the masters learn the lessons and the boys hear them … which saves a great deal of trouble … for the time being。
〃Now；〃 said the baby； 〃come and help me； or I shall not have finished before my brothers and sisters come； and it is time to go home。〃
〃What shall I help you at？〃
〃At this poor dear little rock； a great clumsy boulder came rolling by in the last storm； and knocked all its head off； and rubbed off all its flowers。 And now I must plant it again with seaweeds； and coralline； and anemones； and I will make it the prettiest little rock…garden on all the shore。〃
So they worked away at the rock； and planted it； and smoothed the sand down round； it； and capital fun they had till the tide began to turn。 And then Tom heard all the other babies coming； laughing and singing and shouting and romping； and the noise they made was just like the noise of the ripple。 So he knew that he had been hearing and seeing the water…babies all along； only he did not know them； because his eyes and ears were not opened。
And in they came； dozens and dozens of them； some bigger than Tom and some smaller； all in the neatest little white bathing dresses； and when they found that he was a new baby； they hugged him and kissed him； and then put him in the middle and danced round him on the sand； and there was no one ever so happy as poor little Tom。
〃Now then；〃 they cried all at once； 〃we must come away home； we must come away home； or the tide will leave us dry。 We have mended all the broken sea…weed； and put all the rock…pools in order； and planted all the shells again in the sand； and nobody will see where the ugly storm swept in last week。〃
And this is the reason why the rock…pools are always so neat and clean； because the water…babies come inshore after every storm to sweep them out； and comb them down； and put them all to rights again。
Only where men are wasteful and dirty； and let sewers run into the sea instead of putting the stuff upon the fields like thrifty reasonable souls； or throw herrings' heads and dead dog…fish； or any other refuse； into the water； or in any way make a mess upon the clean shore … there the water…babies will not come； sometimes not for hundreds of years （for they cannot abide anything smelly or foul）； but leave the sea…anemones and the crabs to clear away everything； till the good tidy sea has covered up all the dirt in soft mud and clean sand； where the water…babies can plant live cockles and whelks and razor…shells and sea…cucumbers and golden… combs； and make a pretty live garden again； after man's dirt is cleared away。 And that； I suppose； is the reason why there are no water…babies at any watering…place which I have ever seen。
And where is the home of the water…babies？ In St。 Brandan's fairy isle。
Did you never hear of the blessed St。 Brandan； how he preached to the wild Irish on the wild； wild Kerry coast； he and five other hermits； till they were weary and longed to rest？ For the wild Irish would not listen to them； or come to confession and to mass； but liked better to brew potheen； and dance the pater o'pee； and knock each other over the head with shillelaghs； and shoot each other from behind turf…dykes； and steal each other's cattle； and burn each other's homes； till St。 Brandan and his friends were weary of them； for they would not learn to be peaceable Christians at all。
So St。 Brandan went out to the point of Old Dunmore； and looked over the tide…way roaring round the Blasquets； at the end of all the world； and away into the ocean； and sighed … 〃Ah that I had wings as a dove！〃 And far away； before the setting sun； he saw a blue fairy sea； and golden fairy islands； and he said； 〃Those are the islands of the blest。〃 Then he and his friends got into a hooker； and sailed away and away to the westward； and were never heard of more。 But the people who would not hear him were changed into gorillas； and gorillas they are until this day。
And when St。 Brandan and the hermits came to that fairy isle they found it overgrown with cedars and full of beautiful birds； and he sat down under the cedars and preached to all the