"You don't know."
"I do know this," Elizabeth cried, "you can't stand it, Buddy, it will kill you. It will kill you."
"All right, then," said Buddy, "let it. But I don't think it's going to. She wouldn't want it to, you see."
CHAPTER XVIII
Elizabeth Shakes Hands
"Well," Peggy said, surveying the picnic tables set up in the pine grove beyond their customary bathing beach, "this is certainly some party. I never saw so many pumpkin pies in conclave assembled in all my life."
"Pumpkin pies are just the background," Elizabeth said, "all these regular New England dishes don't count; they always have them. Brown bread and biscuits and cake and watermelon. They always have them. The stuff they are baking is the real party."
"This being your first clambake, you are just repeating what you've been told. I know. It was nice of the boys to send for us, so we could be sure and be here early, but where are they?"