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I have in my bucket in the carriage. I'll pick out 

 a pretty one, too, because he must have been such 

 a poor little crabby to have to live in an ugly house 

 like that." 



The little girl ran over to the carriage, and when 

 she came back she had a pretty shell in her hand. 



She put it down in the water in front of the crab, 

 and then she and her father waited very quietly 

 hoping to see him move into his new home. 



But he was much too frightened. He only 

 curled up closer in the pipe. 



It was not until they had been gone some time 

 that he had the courage to look out from his shell 

 again. 



Everything was as quiet and lonely as ever. 



Then in a twinkling he was out of the clumsy 

 pipe and into the new house set ready for his use. 



And what a fine house it was ! Light and pretty 

 and just the right size. 



" I wonder what became of that poor little crab 

 they carried off with them," he said, as he settled 

 himself in his new home. " I wonder." 



But he never knew. 



