“They aren’t red when you catch ’em. I forget who told me that. It’s cooking that makes them red. Clever, what?”
“Awfully,” laughed Jack. “And do you know what to use to open an oyster?”
“An ax, I suppose.”
“No, an oyster cracker.”
Bee looked dejectedly at Hal. “Isn’t he a cute little rascal?” he asked mournfully. “‘How do you open a clam? Answer: Use an oyster cracker.’ Isn’t that funny?”
“You’re a clam,” said Hal. “And, say, instead of wasting the golden moments asking conundrums, Bee, we’d better get down to business.”
“Right-o! Jack we have come to consult you on two subjects. In the first place, what are you going to do this afternoon?”
“Oh, forget about this afternoon,” exclaimed Hal, “and let’s get the name fixed up.”
“Everything in turn, old Hal,” replied Bee soothingly. “Let us dispose of the more important affairs first.” He looked enquiringly at Jack.