“There, what did I tell you?” remarked the Crab pleasantly, when Boy had partially recovered from his fright; for there is no disguising the fact that he had been frightened, although he was a brave little fellow, too. “Come along,” continued the Crab, “you had better come and see my school now you have got so far.”
“Your school!” exclaimed Boy. “Do you keep a school?”
“Yes,” replied the Crab, “I am the Head Master of Drinkon College.”
“What a funny name!” said Boy smilingly.
“Not at all,” replied the Crab; “no funnier than Eaton—Eaton on land and Drinkon under the sea, you know.”
Boy thought about this as they proceeded along the hard sand under the water, and then he noticed to his great surprise a number of fishes about his own size, in short jackets and deep collars, and wearing College caps, swimming in their direction.
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“These are some of my scholars,” remarked the Crab as they came in sight—the fishes, swimming in a perfectly upright position, raised their caps when they saw the Crab, and one of them said very politely,—