"For what?"
"For staying here, and reading. How long before we must break up and go home?"
"We can take our own time," said Meredith. "The tide will be good. Indeed it will be only getting better and better. It will turn about two o'clock."
"We must get home in time for dinner," observed Fenton, however.
"I really should think you might wait a while for that," said Esther. "Uncle Eden, if anybody else comes here this fall, they will see exactly what we had for lunch."
"How so?"
"There are the egg-shells, and potato-skins, and Fenton's heap of oyster-shells."
"You do not think we will leave them here? Besides, there are several heaps of oyster-shells, I think; they are not all Fenton's."
"Fenton's is the biggest. But what will you do with all these things, Uncle Eden?"
"Carry them away."