“I have my doubts.”
“O, botheration take your doubts. Why didn’t ye doubt before ye sat down?”
Jiggins shook his head.
“I tell you what,” said Muckle; “I’ve got an idea.”
“What?” cried all.
“Clams!” said Muckle.
“Clams?” said Jiggins.
“Look,” said Muckle, waving his hand over toward the flats; “do you see that?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it’s full of clams.”