The little girl never wakened until long after the sun was shining down through the glass roof of her room, and when she opened her eyes she was startled to find a number of big, small and middle-sized fishes staring at her through the glass.

"That's one bad thing 'bout this mermaid palace," she said to herself.

"It's too public.

Ever'thing in the sea can look at you through the glass as much as it likes.

I wouldn't mind fishes looking at me if they hadn't such big eyes, an'-- goodness me! There's a monster that's all head! And there goes a fish with a sail on its back, an' here's old Mummercubble, I'm sure, for he's got a head just like a pig." She might have watched the fishes on the roof for hours, had she not remembered it was late and breakfast must be ready.