And when they looked she was neither of them , and yet all of them at once . `` My name is written in my eyes , if you have eyes to see it there . '' And they looked into her great , deep , soft eyes , and they changed again and again into every hue , as the light changes in a diamond . `` Now read my name , '' said she , at last . And her eyes flashed , for one moment , clear , white , blazing light : but the children could not read her name ; for they were dazzled , and hid their faces in their hands . `` Not yet , young things , not yet , '' said she , smiling ; and then she turned to Ellie . `` You may take him home with you now on Sundays , Ellie . He has won his spurs in the great battle , and become fit to go with you and be a man ; because he has done the thing he did not like . '' So Tom went home with Ellie on Sundays , and sometimes on week-days , too ; and he is now a great man of science , and can plan railroads , and steam-engines , and electric telegraphs , and rifled guns , and so forth ; and knows everything about everything , except why a hen 's egg do n't turn into a crocodile , and two or three other little things which no one will know till the coming of the Cocqcigrues . And all this from what he learnt when he was a water-baby , underneath the sea . `` And of course Tom married Ellie ? '' My dear child , what a silly notion ! Do n't you know that no one ever marries in a fairy tale , under the rank of a prince or a princess ? `` And Tom 's dog ? '' Oh , you may see him any clear night in July ; for the old dog-star was so worn out by the last three hot summers that there have been no dog-days since ; so that they had to take him down and put Tom 's dog up in his place . Therefore , as new brooms sweep clean , we may hope for some warm weather this year . And that is the end of my story . MORAL . And now , my dear little man , what should we learn from this parable ? We should learn thirty-seven or thirty-nine things , I am not exactly sure which : but one thing , at least , we may learn , and that is this -- when we see efts in the pond , never to throw stones at them , or catch them with crooked pins , or put them into vivariums with sticklebacks , that the sticklebacks may prick them in their poor little stomachs , and make them jump out of the glass into somebody 's work-box , and so come to a bad end .
For these efts are nothing else but the water-babies who are stupid and dirty , and will not learn their lessons and keep themselves clean ; and , therefore -LRB- as comparative anatomists will tell you fifty years hence , though they are not learned enough to tell you now -RRB- , their skulls grow flat , their jaws grow out , and their brains grow small , and their tails grow long , and they lose all their ribs -LRB- which I am sure you would not like XXXXX do -RRB- , and their skins grow dirty and spotted , and they never get into the clear rivers , much less into the great wide sea , but hang about in dirty ponds , and live in the mud , and eat worms , as they deserve to do .
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