A lady had drawn near, and now said, "Supper is ready, Captain Raymond; will you bring your little girls and come to the table?"
"Thank you; we will do so with pleasure," he said, following her as she led the way.
The table, covered with a snow-white cloth and heaped with tempting viands, presented a very attractive appearance.
The clams were brought on after the most of the company were seated, with their coffee and bread and butter before them. They were served hot from the fire and the shell, in neat paper trays, and eaten with melted butter. Eaten thus they make a dish fit for a king.
By the time that all appetites were satisfied, the sun was near his setting, and it was thought best to return without delay.
On repairing to the beach, they found the tide so low that even the dory could not come close to dry land; so the ladies and children were carried through the water to the yacht. This gave occasion for some merriment.
"You must carry me, Ned, if I've got to be carried," said Zoe; "I'm not going to let anybody else do it."
"No; nor am I," he returned, gayly, picking her up and striding forward.
"I claim it as my especial privilege."
Mr. Dinsmore followed with his wife, then Captain Raymond with his.
"Get in, Mr. Dinsmore," said the captain, as they deposited their burdens; "there is no occasion for further exertion on your part; I'll bring mother."