Once Harvey stooped and thought he surely had a crab, when Beth beheld another crab with claws upstretched right behind.
"Harvey, come here quick," cried Beth; "a crab's going to bite you in the back."
Thereupon, he, too, jumped upon the lounge to escape the threatening claws. Immediately, however, he said:
"Oh, pshaw, it's silly to be afraid of crabs. I'm going to get down again." Beth, however, caught hold of his hand, saying:
"No, I won't let you. I wish somebody would come to help us. I'm going to try to make Maggie hear me. Maggie. Maggie."
Back from the kitchen floated the slow tones of Maggie.
"What am it, honey?"
"Maggie, come here, quick."
Then they heard the soft tread of her feet crossing the piazza.
"She's coming, Harvey."