"I'll go up in the boat when I fetch the robe back," said Walter, who, it was plain to be seen, liked the excuse to visit the bungalow on the rocks. "What time do you clam?"
"Well, I have to call at the fresh-air camp tomorrow. I'll be back about eleven, and can then get some dug in time for lunch."
"We are bungalowing," spoke Jack. "Why can't we clam, Wallie?"
Walter poked his free elbow into Jack's ribs.
"You can, of course, what's to prevent you," and he gave him such another hard jab that Jack grabbed the elbow. "But I wouldn't start tomorrow—it's unlucky to clam on Wednesday," finished Walter.
The girls were too busy talking to notice the boys' conversation, if the pokes and exclamations might be classified as such.
"Don't you ever sink?" called back Jack to Miss Robbins.
"Oh my, no! I can tell all the safe and unsafe places." And she laughed merrily.
"It is late for us to bring you home," said Cora. "I hope your mother won't be frightened at your absence."
"Oh, no, mother has absolute confidence in me," replied Miss Robbins.
"You see, mother and I are chums. We built the bungalow."