Why it is thus, one knows in heaven above: But, a poor Naiad, I guess not.
"She looks like a fabled Naiad just risen from the deep," was my criticism on her.
Not so Aimée; her pencil had been busy all the while, but there was no Naiad on her page.
She vanished like a naiad startled by the approach of a mortal.
That is as much to say, then, that the story of my Naiad has displeased ...