The Rescue
"Well, thank you for coming," said the Mermaid. "If she really said that it must be one of two things—either the sun is in the House of Liber—which is impossible at this time of the year—or else the rope I was caught with must be made of llamas hair, and that's impossible in these latitudes. Do you know anything about the rope they caught me with?"
"No," said Bernard and Kathleen. But the others said, "It was a lariat."
"Ah," said the Mermaid, "my worst fears are confirmed— But who could have expected a lariat on these shores? But that must have been it. Now I know why, though I have been on the point of working the magic of the Great Storm at least five hundred times since my capture, some unseen influence has always held me back."
"You mean," said Bernard, "you feel that it wouldn't work, so you didn't try."
A rattling, ripping sound outside, beginning softly, waxed louder and louder so as almost to drown their voices. It was the drum, and it announced the beginning of the circus. The Spangled Child put his head in and said, "Hurry up or you'll miss my Infant Prodigious Act on the Horse with the Tambourines," and took his head out again.
"Oh, dear," said Mavis, "and we haven't arranged a single thing about rescuing you."
"No more you have," said the Mermaid carelessly.
"Look here," said Francis, "you do want to be rescued, don't you:
"Of course I do," replied the Mermaid impatiently, "now I know about the llama rope. But I can't walk even if they'd let me, and you couldn't carry me. Couldn't you come at dead of night with a chariot—I could lift myself into it with your aid—then you
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