"You may—I've had enough," said Mrs. Robinson. "Oh, I do hope you girls have some spare hairpins!" she exclaimed. "Perry said to use thorns, but even if Mother Eve did her hair up that way, I can't!" she sighed.
"Well, to make a long story short," resumed Mr. Robinson, "we've been here ever since. And we are beginning to enjoy ourselves. We've had enough to eat, such as it is, though the tinned stuff gets a trifle palling after a time. So I've been trying to catch a few crabs."
"And he hasn't had any luck—he might as well confess," said his wife.
"Give me time, my dear," protested Mr. Robinson. "There's one now!"
He made a swoop with the improvised net, but the crustacean flipped itself into deep water and escaped.
"Never mind—you're going to leave now, Dad!" said Bess, gaily.
The young folks inspected the rude hut, and were charmed by its simplicity.
"Though it does leak," said Mr. Robinson.
"I must admit that."
"Leak!" cried Mrs. Robinson. "It's a regular sieve!"