"The things are steamed in seaweed, darling. That's what gives them their galumptious flavour."
Mabel and Madget drew near as they saw their friends approaching.
"Is it a grave?" Madget asked in an awed whisper, as she indicated the erection respectfully.
"It's a giant's grave," Peggy said. "Fee, foo, fi, fum. Can't you smell the blood of an English giant?"
"No, I can't," said Mabel, "them's just clams, and we'm going to have some. Moses has gone to ride with Tom and he told me to stay here and watch, to see if the clams didn't burn. They ain't burnt yet."
"How's your mother?" Elizabeth asked, hastily, as she saw the rising laughter in Peggy's eyes.
"She's better, and she's got a purple velvet dress," Mabel said, "she got breakfast to-day, too."
"What did she get for breakfast?"
"Fried fish and potatoes, and elderberry wine."
"I shall choke," Peggy cried, "anything anybody says to-day strikes me so funny."