She looked up and saw Clam.
"What's brought you back again?"
"I don' know," said Clam. "My two feet ha' brought me, but I don' know what sent me."
"Why did you come then?"
"'Cause I had to," said Clam. "Nothin' else wouldn't ha' made me. I told you it was good livin' with him. I'd stay as long as I got a chance, if I was anybody!"
"Then what made you come home?"
"I don' know," said Clam. "He wouldn't let me stay. He don't stop to make everything clear; he thinks it's good enough for him to say so; and so it is, I suppose; and he told me to come."
"I am afraid you didn't do your duty well."
"I'd like to see who wouldn't," said Clam. "I did mine as well as he did his'n."
"How is Winifred?"