The Mighty Deep 



certainty was wrong, and that water is in itself 

 blue. 



Somebody may feel inclined to protest. 

 ''Water blue! But that is out of the question. 

 I have good sight, and I assure you there isn't 

 the least sign of colour in water. Not the 

 faintest. If you dip a bucket in the sea, you 

 will see for yourself." 



Yet all the while the colour may be there, 

 actually existent, though not to be detected by 

 your eyes or mine in a pailful. 



A short time ago I had to buy a piece 

 of lace ; and my intention was to choose a 

 pale straw or deep cream. The lace was wound 

 in many folds round a large cardboard, and 

 it seemed to be exactly the right hue — a rich 

 yellow - cream, almost butter colour. Without 

 further demur, I ordered about a yard to be 

 cut off. 



On reaching home, I found myself in posses- 

 sion of a piece of wide dead-white lace — or all 

 but dead- white. It was actually a very pale 

 cream ; and when a great many folds lay one 

 over another the combined effect was rich and 

 yellow. But a single thickness of the material 

 showed no colouring. 



The same may be seen with a single piece 



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