crab.

A moment later he quickly lifted the net, and in it was a great, big
crab--one of the largest Mr. Bunker had ever seen, and there were some
big ones in Clam River.

"Oh, you got him, didn't you!" cried Mun Bun, capering about. "You
caught my terrible crab, didn't you, Daddy?"

"Well, I rather guess we did, Mun Bun!" exclaimed Mr. Bunker. "He is a
big one, too."

Mr. Bunker turned the net over a peach basket, and the crab, slashing
and snapping his claws, dropped into it. Then Mun Bun looked down at
him.

"I got you, I did!" said the little boy. "My daddy and I got you, we
did."

"But it took a lot of work, Mun Bun!" laughed Mr. Bunker. "If I had to
jump in and pull you out every time you wanted to catch a crab I
wouldn't like it. But he surely is a big one."

Mun Bun and his father were looking at the crab in the peach basket,
when a voice called:

"Oh, what has happened to you? You are all wet!"

Mun Bun's mother came down to the pier.

"What happened?" she repeated.

"Look at the big crab I caught!" cried the little fellow. "Daddy pulled
him out for me."

"Yes, and it looks as if Daddy had pulled out something more than a
crab," said Mrs. Bunker. "Did you fall in, Mun Bun?"

"No, I didn't zactly fall in. I--I just slipped."

"Oh," said Mrs. Bunker. "I thought maybe you'd say the crab pulled you
in."

"Well, he pretty nearly did," said the little fellow.

"He leaned too far over the water," explained Mr. Bunker to his wife.
"But I soon got him out. He's all right."

"Yes, but I'll have to change his clothes. However, it isn't the first
time. I'm getting used to it."

Well might Mrs. Bunker say that, for, since coming to Cousin Tom's
bungalow at Seaview one or more of the children had gotten wet nearly
every day, not always from falling off the pier, but from wading, from
going too near the high waves at the beach, or from playing in the
boats.

"Oh, look at Mun Bun!" cried another voice, as a little girl ran down
the slope from the bungalow to the pier. "He's all wet!"

"Did he fall in?" asked another little boy excitedly.

"Oh, look at the big crab!" exclaimed a girl, who, though older than Mun
Bun, had the same light hair and blue eyes.

"Did you catch him, Mun Bun?" asked a boy, who seemed older than any of
the six children now gathered on the pier. "Did you catch him?"

"Daddy helped me," answered Mun Bun. "And I fell in, I did!"

"That's easy to see!" laughed his mother. "Oh