“Why is he a lobster, you mean, don’t you?”
“No, that’s beyond explaining. I mean why is he like a lobster?”
“Is there any known answer?” scoffed Roy, “or is it like most of your conundrums?”
“There’s a very excellent answer,” replied Chub with dignity, as he stole Dick’s slice of bread undetected. “The answer is: because he is selfish.”
“Selfish? I don’t see—” began Dick.
“Oh, shell-fish!” cried Harry. “Don’t you see? Selfish—shell-fish. That’s it, isn’t it, Chub?”
“Yes, that’s it; good, isn’t it?”
“About the poorest I ever heard,” said Roy. “Shell-fish!”
“It’s an English conundrum,” answered Chub, calmly.
“It sounds like one,” Dick agreed.