"Don't worry, old fellow." I said, "We'll have your house back before you can say Jack Robinson!"

"I feel much better already with you on the case." smiled Hermit Crab, "You know I feel so--so--so exposed--without my little house. Besides, you know, though it isn't much as houses go-- it IS my very own little house..."

"Oh, so true, so TRUE!" I rejoined, "it is a sort of whelk shell as I remember, isn't it?"

"Yes! That's it exactly! My own lovely, cozy little whelk shell!" Hermit Crab said with moist eyes.

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