"Yes, and he'll look at you every night. I have read a book that told about a traveler that offended a crab once, and he informed the other crabs, and they all made for him at night, and twenty thousand of them came that night and crept under his tent, and sat there and looked at him. And there he was in the middle of them, and you know their eyes are fastened in their heads by a string, and they can throw them out of their heads and draw them back again; and, at a signal, they all threw their eyes at him. He was so horrified that night, that he got insane and had to be sent to a lunatic asylum." "I've heard your stories before, Regy, and I simply don't credit them. We girls are going to hunt up a pond to put him in, where we can pet him, and educate him." "You'd best hunt up a frying pan to put him in; he's capital eating for breakfast, well browned, with hard-boiled eggs and parsley round him," said Reginald. I told him if he couldn't do any better than to lie there and make an exhibition of his bad taste and ignorance, he'd better get up and work off the fit. I insisted upon his helping me to fill the pail with salt water, and hang him upon the rocks until we could make a future, permanent disposal of him. [Illustration: "WHERE WE CAN PET AND EDUCATE HIM."] That evening our parlor manners were somewhat less decorous and elegant, owing to the fact that Reginald and Willie had been industriously circulating the episode of the morning, with such additions as they thought would add point and piquancy, among the rest of the boys, and there was no end of innuendo and witticism indulged in, that caused the young gentlemen to retire in groups and laugh; and we could hear such remarks as, "Dick, there was a whale hooked on this coast this afternoon, did you know it?" Or, "I think Jack Deadeye is the most comical character in Pinafore, he's so crabbed." The girls of our party stood it as they best could; and in the morning we stole out to look at our prize, after the boys had gone off, but the tide had swept Jack and the pail out to sea. It was a long time before we heard the last of it, however. [Illustration: {A SMALL SAILING BOAT.}] MAX AND BEPPO. Down by the lake they trotted, All the summer day; Max and Beppo never plotted Yet, to run away. Two little donkey pets, Oh, I loved them so! When I was in Switzerland, just a year ago. How they liked bananas! And our apples sweet; They had lovely manners, Every thing they'd eat. Then, I'd rub their furry ears, and they'd shake their bells, While old driver Raspar, funny stories tells. Max turns round and winks so pretty, Little, sharp round eyes; Beppo sings a jolly ditty, Quite to our surprise. Then we mount, and off we go, up and down the mall, Never do they careless trip, never make a fall.