"I'll change with you," said the other. "Just see this blue on the edge of my shell. Ain't it lovely?"
"Change! I guess not. Who cares for the blue? You can't eat the blue."
"Of course you can't eat it, but it is pretty. However, there is no use in talking to you about it; you have no love for the beautiful," said the other, tauntingly.
"You needn't put on so many airs. I'm bigger than you are, anyway," snarled the first.
"You won't be long, for I'm growing every day."
"Children! children! what is the matter?" asked the old mamma crab, who just appeared on the scene.
"Mamma, he tried to get my din—"
"I didn't; I only wanted—"
"He's a mean, horrid old thing, and I don't—"
"Why, children," interrupted the old crab, "I am ashamed of you. What is the matter?"