He isn't ugly!" "He is," cried Charlotte with a kind of wail.

"Oh! I want to go home." "Well, you can't go home," he answered her fiercely.

"So you needn't think about it." They came to the little pools, three of them, now clear as crystal, blue on their surface, with green depths and red shelving rock.
"Now you sit there," he said cheerfully.

"No one will touch you.

The crabs won't get at you." He looked about him and noticed with surprise where he was.