3. Went in. Muz did not, as she and Mr. C. were going up the
creek in a row-boat to catch crabs. I swam to the raft twice. Did not see
either Pris or Marion. The water was cool and there was a stiff breeze blowing.
Forded the creek and crossed the island but did not see Muz and Mr. C. Went in
again after dinner but only to cross the creek with Muz. We carried yum-yums (a
kind of ginger-snap), peanuts and ginger-ale to the island in Chris’s canvas
sack. We looked like the Pilgrim fathers fording streams with our house-hold
effects on our backs. We had to carry across a well-stuffed sack, a sweater and
a rain-coat. Muz went home early as she was cold but I stayed a little longer
to hunt crabs. I don’t use them when I do find them as the little ones squirm
and the big ones pinch but it is fun to hunt them. Picked up some pretty shells
and one lone, lorn baby crab. Let the B.C. go but kept the shells to glue in
this book. Mrs. Corbly caught me scuttling upstairs in my wet bathing-suit
(We’d forgotten to leave any-thing down-stairs for me to put on) and she looked
sour to say the least. But she was quite decent about it, did not say anything
but that look!!!!! I won’t do it again, please ma’m.
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