What bothers me most is how we manage to breathe, havin' no gills like fishes have." "Are you sure we haven't any gills ?" she asked, lifting her free hand to feel her throat.
"Sure.

Ner the mermaids haven't any, either," declared Cap'n Bill.
"Then," said Trot, "we're breathing by magic." The mermaids laughed at this shrewd remark, and the Princess said, "You have guessed correctly, my dear.

Go a little slower, now, for the palaces are in sight." "Where ?" asked Trot eagerly.
"Just before you." "In that grove of trees ?" inquired the girl.

And really, it seemed to her that they were approaching a beautiful grove.

The bottom of the sea was covered with white sand, in which grew many varieties of sea shrubs with branches like those of trees.