The young girl's eyes were wide and the moment Father Brennan brought a finger to his lip, and grew even as she turned to see where he pointed.  Even though Mable's eyes were adjusted to the dark, it took a moment of frantic searching to see the fish pointed out to her.  She gasped when she saw them.

"Oh, my..!" she whispered back, staying still as possible in the water as the shimmery shadows moved past her.  Mable was tempted to reach out and try to touch them, but she knew it would frighten them, so she stayed still.

"Father Brennan, what kind of fish is that?  They're so beautiful."  Mable's voice was still a reverent whisper, her gaze only returning to the man at the last possible minute when the fish were completely out of her sight.  "Where are they going?  Did you see how many there was?  I could only see them a bit..."