"Well, I'd like to see 'em," said Harry, with a laugh. "But I wouldn't want to be knocked down by 'em—not if they were bigger than the wave that hit me."
"The waves in the ocean are ever so much bigger," went on Bunny. "And in a storm they're twice as big."
"We were in a storm coming here," explained Sue. "We were on a boat and it rocked like anything, didn't it, Bunny?"
"Yes, it rocked a lot," he agreed. "Come on," he called to his sister. "Let's go over and dig clams."
"Where can you dig clams?" asked Harry eagerly. Anything about the seashore interested him, as it was his first summer at the beach.
"They get hard clams away out in the cove," explained Bunny. "But soft clams grow over there where the tide is out."
"Clams don't grow," declared Sue. "They aren't like apples."
"Yes, clams do grow," declared Bunny. "Else how could a little clam get to be a big one. They grow over there, in that place where there isn't any water," went on Bunny. "And when the tide is out we dig for 'em."
"I was up on my grandpa's farm once, and I helped dig for potatoes in the ground," said Harry. "But I never dug for clams. I'd like to."
"We'll show you how," offered Bunny. "Mother lets us dig soft clams, and she makes chowder of 'em. Come on, we'll go over and dig clams."