“You needn’t dig me any worms,” declared Janet. “You know I don’t like ’em.”
“What you going to bait your hook with, then?”
“I’ll get a piece of meat from Norah, like I did before.”
“Pooh! Fish won’t bite on meat from the butcher shop.”
“Crabs bite on meat,” said Janet.
“Well, fish aren’t crabs,” was what Ted answered, as he went off to dig some worms. “But you aren’t afraid of clams, are you?” he called back to his sister.
“Course not! Who’s afraid of a clam?” she demanded.
“Well, then I’ll get you a clam and you can put him on your hook and you’ll catch a fish,” said Teddy.
Teddy dug some worms for himself back of the cottage, and then, having arranged the lines, poles and hooks, he and Janet went down to the inlet. This was a sort of shallow river where the sea came in and up through a low place in the sand dunes, and at certain times of the tide the fishing was good there.
Sea clams, which are different from hard clams or soft clams, could be dug in the sand, and Teddy soon had two or three for his sister. He cracked the shells on a stone and took out the firm meat of the clam from inside. This he put on Janet’s hook for her.