And it seems to make me know about things down under the sea, and bright colours shining through the water, and light coming 'way down--cool, green light, that doesn't make you wink when you look at it.

And--and I guess there are lots of fishes swimming about, and their eyes shine, too, and they move just as soft, and don't make any noise, no more than if their mother was sick in the next room.

And on the ground there seem to be like flowers, only they move and open and shut without any one touching them.

And--and--" Was the boy going into a trance?
Were the dark eyes mesmerizing him, or was all this to be heard in the shell?
The Skipper took the shell gently from his hand, and stroked his hair once or twice, quickly and lightly.
"That will do!" he said.

"The young gentleman can hear truly.