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〃I come from the warm Carolinas； and the sandbanks fringed with pines； where the great owl…rays leap and flap； like giant bats； upon the tide。 But I wandered north and north； upon the treacherous warm gulf…stream； till I met with the cold icebergs； afloat in the mid ocean。 So I got tangled among the icebergs； and chilled with their frozen breath。 But the water…babies helped me from among them； and set me free again。 And now I am mending every day； but I am very sick and sad； and perhaps I shall never get home again to play with the owl…rays any more。〃
〃Oh！〃 cried Tom。 〃And you have seen water…babies？ Have you seen any near here？〃
〃Yes； they helped me again last night； or I should have been eaten by a great black porpoise。〃
How vexatious！ The water…babies close to him； and yet he could not find one。
And then he left the buoy； and used to go along the sands and round the rocks； and come out in the night … like the forsaken Merman in Mr。 Arnold's beautiful； beautiful poem； which you must learn by heart some day … and sit upon a point of rock； among the shining sea…weeds； in the low October tides； and cry and call for the water…babies； but he never heard a voice call in return。 And at last； with his fretting and crying； he grew quite lean and thin。
But one day among the rocks he found a playfellow。 It was not a water…baby； alas！ but it was a lobster； and a very distinguished lobster he was； for he had live barnacles on his claws； which is a great mark of distinction in lobsterdom； and no more to be bought for money than a good conscience or the Victoria Cross。
Tom had never seen a lobster before； and he was mightily taken with this one； for he thought him the most curious； odd； ridiculous creature he had ever seen； and there he was not far wrong； for all the ingenious men； and all the scientific men； and all the fanciful men； in the world； with all the old German bogy…painters into the bargain； could never invent； if all their wits were boiled into one； anything so curious； and so ridiculous； as a lobster。
He had one claw knobbed and the other jagged； and Tom delighted in watching him hold on to the seaweed with his knobbed claw； while he cut up salads with his jagged one； and then put them into his mouth； after smelling at them； like a monkey。 And always the little barnacles threw out their casting…nets and swept the water； and came in for their share of whatever there was for dinner。
But Tom was most astonished to see how he fired himself off … snap！ like the leap…frogs which you make out of a goose's breast…bone。 Certainly he took the most wonderful shots； and backwards； too。 For； if he wanted to go into a narrow crack ten yards off； what do you think he did？ If he had gone in head foremost； of course he could not have turned round。 So he used to turn his tail to it； and lay his long horns； which carry his sixth sense in their tips （and nobody knows what that sixth sense is）； straight down his back to guide him； and twist his eyes back till they almost came out of their sockets； and then made ready； present； fire； snap！ … and away he went； pop into the hole； and peeped out and twiddled his whiskers； as much as to say； 〃You couldn't do that。〃
Tom asked him about water…babies。 〃Yes；〃 he said。 He had seen them often。 But he did not think much of them。 They were meddlesome little creatures； that went about helping fish and shells which got into scrapes。 Well； for his part； he should be ashamed to be helped by little soft creatures that had not even a shell on their backs。 He had lived quite long enough in the world to take care of himself。
He was a conceited fellow； the old lobster； and not very civil to Tom； and you will hear how he had to alter his mind before he was done； as conceited people generally have。 But he was so funny； and Tom so lonely； that he could not quarrel with him； and they used to sit in holes in the rocks； and chat for hours。
And about this time there happened to Tom a very strange and important adventure … so important； indeed； that he was very near never finding the water…babies at all； and I am sure you would have been sorry for that。
I hope that you have not forgotten the little white lady all this while。 At least； here she comes； looking like a clean white good little darling； as she always was； and always will be。 For it befell in the pleasant short December days； when the wind always blows from the south…west； till Old Father Christmas comes and spreads the great white table…cloth； ready for little boys and girls to give the birds their Christmas dinner of crumbs … it befell （to go on） in the pleasant December days； that Sir John was so busy hunting that nobody at home could get a word out of him。 Four days a week he hunted； and very good sport he had； and the other two he went to the bench and the board of guardians； and very good justice he did； and； when he got home in time； he dined at five； for he hated this absurd new fashion of dining at eight in the hunting season； which forces a man to make interest with the footman for cold beef and beer as soon as he comes in； and so spoil his appetite； and then sleep in an arm…chair in his bedroom； all stiff and tired； for two or three hours before he can get his dinner like a gentleman。 And do you be like Sir John； my dear little man； when you are your own master； and； if you want either to read hard or ride hard； stick to the good old Cambridge hours of breakfast at eight and dinner at five； by which you may get two days' work out of one。 But； of course； if you find a fox at three in the afternoon and run him till dark； and leave off twenty miles from home； why you must wait for your dinner till you can get it； as better men than you have done。 Only see that； if you go hungry； your horse does not； but give him his warm gruel and beer； and take him gently home； remembering that good horses don't grow on the hedge like blackberries。
It befell （to go on a second time） that Sir John； hunting all day； and dining at five； fell asleep every evening； and snored so terribly that all the windows in Harthover shook； and the soot fell down the chimneys。 Whereon My Lady； being no more able to get conversation out of him than a song out of a dead nightingale； determined to go off and leave him； and the doctor； and Captain Swinger the agent； to snore in concert every evening to their hearts' content。 So she started for the seaside with all the children； in order to put herself and them into condition by mild applications of iodine。 She might as well have stayed at home and used Parry's liquid horse…blister； for there was plenty of it in the stables； and then she would have saved her money； and saved the chance； also； of making all the children ill instead of well （as hundreds are made）； by taking them to some nasty smelling undrained lodging； and then wondering how they caught scarlatina and diphtheria： but people won't be wise enough to understand that till they are dead of bad smells； and then it will be too late； besides you see； Sir John did certainly snore very loud。
But where she went to nobody must know； for fear young ladies should begin to fancy that there are water…babies there！ and so hunt and