understand what they're like when they're salted an' hung up in the
pantry. Folks gener'ly gets stuck-up 'cause they don't know
theirselves like other folks knows 'em."

"We are near Crabville now," declared Merla. "Shall we visit the
crabs and see what they are doing?"

"Yes, let's," replied Trot. "The crabs are lots of fun. I've often
caught them among the rocks on the shore and laughed at the way they
act. Wasn't it funny at dinnertime to see the way they slid around
with the plates?"

"Those were not crabs, but lobsters and crawfish," remarked the
mermaid. "They are very intelligent creatures, and by making them
serve us we save ourselves much household work. Of course, they are
awkward and provoke us sometimes, but no servants are perfect, it is
said, so we get along with ours as well as we can."

"They're all right," protested the child, "even if they did tip
things over once in a while. But it is easy to work in a sea palace,
I'm sure, because there's no dusting or sweeping to be done."

"Or scrubbin'," added Cap'n Bill.

"The crabs," said Merla, "are second cousins to the lobsters,
although much smaller in size. There are many families or varieties
of crabs, and so many of them live in one place near here that we
call it Crabville. I think you will enjoy seeing these little
creatures in their native haunts."