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Updated: May 2, 2025
He is a rival manager, and he is explaining in a voice loud enough to be heard by the first rows of the pit, the precise age of your leading lady. Now look down! There is a young girl flitting about the stalls. She is an actress, not very successful. But to-night she is as busy as a bee. She is crabbing your play.
The next day Cousin Tom went down to the beach, where once more Russ, Rose and the others were playing in the driftwood bungalow, and called: "How many of you would like to go crabbing?" "I would!" cried Russ. "So would I," said Rose. "What is it like?" asked Vi, who, you might know, would ask a question the first thing.
Dennis Brown treated the rejoinder with contempt. His eyes were fixed sympathetically on the young writer-to-be. "I hate crabbing any serious effort to elevate us, Joan, but, honestly, doesn't it all sound a little conventional?" He could have used no epithet more deplorable. Joan shot at him one annihilating glance. Miranda bubbled with indignation. "Don't notice them, Joan dear!
This was a particularly bad case of "crabbing," as the man eventually became the purchaser at a high price.
A cold chill gripped Fuselli's spine as he went back to the stove to drink the chocolate. Of course he mustn't crab. He was in the war now. If the sergeant had heard him crabbing, it might have spoiled his chances for a corporalship. He must be careful. If he just watched out and kept on his toes, he'd be sure to get it.
"What makes it polished?" went on Vi. "Oh, my dear, if you keep on asking questions I'll get in such a tangle that I'll never be able to find my way out," laughed her mother. "Come, we'll get ready to go crabbing this afternoon and that will keep you so busy you won't want to talk."
"Now it's time to go to bed!" called Mother Bunker. "Margy and Mun Bun are so sleepy they can't keep their eyes open. Come on! We'll have more fun to-morrow!" "I'm going crabbing off the pier," declared Russ. "There's lots of crabs now, Mr. Burnett says." "Yes, August is a good month to catch crabs," returned Cousin Tom. "I'm going fishing," said Laddie.
At the wharf he found a detachment of the infant population of the quarters busily crabbing; all of whom, save two little Indians who fished stoically on, scrambled to their feet, and pulled a forelock. The overseer touched one urchin upon the shoulder with the butt end of his whip.
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