Try it again, mister, and be painstaking in your imitation." Mr.Briggs presented a most grotesque appearance as he crawled about over the floor in the very limited space allowed him by the presence of so many others.

The yearlings enjoyed it all in mirthful silence.
"As for you, mister," continued Dick, turning upon the uncomfortable Mr.Ellis, "your self-conceit so fills every part of your body that the only thing for you is to stand on your head.

Go to the rear tentpole and stand on your head.

You may brace your feet against the pole.

But remain on your head until we make sure that all the conceit has run out of you!" Mr.Briggs was still "crabbing it" over the floor.