"You are an original creature," said he.
I put one hand on my heart, and bowed.
"People about Sprucehill, especially the Society of Infinite Progress, have done me the honor to think so," says I.
"But about the clam-bake—if you like it, we must start for Pleasure Bay at once," says Mr. Burke.
"Do they grow down there?" says I.
"Not as a general thing, but we shall make out to get one up, with a little trouble."
"Do they grow so deep?" says I.
"You will see when we get there. Mrs. Dempster is ready, and the carriage is waiting."
To please that man I would have done almost anything; but it did seem a wild-goose chase for a lot of grown people to rush down to Pleasure Bay for the fun of pulling up a lot of the strangest vegetables that ever grew.
"Do make haste!" cried E. E. through the green slats of her window-blinds.