“Are you going to take me?” Janet wanted to know.
“Sure, you can come if you like,” Ted replied. And then, as if knowing that this was not a very polite invitation, nor a cordial one, he added: “I’d like to have you come, Jan. You don’t have to bait any hooks when you catch crabs.”
“I know you don’t,” said the little girl. “You just tie a chunk of meat to a string and put it in the water. Then Mr. Crab grabs hold of the meat in his claws and you lift him up and then you slip a net under him and you catch him.”
“You do if he doesn’t let go the meat or wiggle out of the net,” returned Teddy, with a laugh.
“Come on—let’s go!” cried Janet. “It will be more fun than playing on the sand. Are you going to crab off the dock?”
“No,” Ted replied, “we’ll go over to the little back bay.”
“But you need a boat if you go to the little bay,” Janet objected. “You can’t catch crabs from the shore—the water isn’t deep enough.”
“I know it,” Ted answered. “I’m going to get a boat.”
“Where?”
“A fellow I know said I could take his.”