GUINEVERE THE MYSTERIOUS 143 
little; but as a whole, they merely sagged and 
drifted like some extraneous things entangled in 
the body. 
Smoothly and gracefully Guinevere moved 
about the aquarium. Her gills lifted and closed 
rhythmically—twice as slowly as compared with 
the three or four times every second of her 
breathless young tadpolehood. Several times on 
the fourteenth day, she came quietly to the sur- 
face for a gulp of air. 
Looking at her from above, two little bulges 
were visible on either side of the body—the en- 
sheathed elbows pressing outward. Twice, when 
she lurched forward in alarm, I saw these front 
limbs jerk spasmodically; and when she was rest- 
ing quietly, they rubbed and pushed impatiently 
against their mittened tissue. 
And now began a restless shifting, a slow, 
strange dance in mid-water, wholly unlike any 
movement of her smaller companions; up and 
down, slowly revolving on oblique planes, with 
rhythmical turns and sinkings—this continued 
for an hour, when I was called for lunch. And 
as if to punish me for this material digression 
and desertion, when I returned, in half an hour, 
the miracle had happened. 
