should we run against one at full speed, it would jar the boat very much. You will see, madam, that travel underneath the sea is not without interest."

"I should say not," said the Widow Pickle; "quite the opposite, indeed, and I am very glad to have my children thus improve their education."

"There is one thing I should like to ask," said Zuzu, "and I have often wondered about it."

"And what is that?" asked the Private Secretary.

"I wonder how the fishes ever go to sleep."

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35 "That," replied the Private Secretary, "is something over which many wise men have also wondered. I have often heard the Banjo on our sea journeys express the same curiosity. Perhaps it will tell us about that."

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At his suggestion the Banjo sang a little song.

HOW THE LITTLE FISHES SLEEP

I often wonder how and where

The little fishes sleep;

They do not need to braid their hair

Before they slumber deep,

But possibly each little fish

Puts on a little gown

And goes to bed—and Oh, I wish

I knew where it lies down.

I wonder if it tumbles round

And kicks the covers off

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