They were round as a dinner plate, soft and transparent, but tinted in such lovely hues that no artist's brush has ever been able to imitate them.

Some were deep sapphire blue; others rose pink; still others a delicate topaz color.

They seemed to have neither heads, eyes nor ears, yet it was easy to see they were alive and able to float in any direction they wished to go.

In shape they resembled inverted flowerpots, with the upper edges fluted, and from the centers floated what seemed to be bouquets of flowers.
"How pretty!" exclaimed Trot, enraptured by the sight.
"Yes, this is a rare variety of jellyfish," replied Merla.

"The creatures are not so delicate as they appear, and live for a long time--unless they get too near the surface and the waves wash them ashore." After watching the jellyfish a few moments, they followed Merla through the grove, and soon a low chant, like that of an Indian song, fell upon their ears.