"I never saw such a beautiful greenhouse," she said at last, "nor so large a one."
"This is not much," replied Tom. "Most of our plants are in the country—where I have come from to-day; this is just a city affair. Shampuashuh don't cultivate exotics, then?"
"O no! Nor anything much, except the needful."
"That sounds rather—tiresome," said Tom.
"O, it is not tiresome. One does not get tired of the needful, you know."
"Don't you! I do," said Tom. "Awfully. But what do you do for pleasure then, up there in Shampuashuh?"
"Pleasure? O, we have it—I have it— But we do not spend much time in the search of it. O how beautiful! what is that?"
"It's got some long name—Metrosideros, I believe. What do you do for pleasure up there then, Miss Lothrop?"
"Dig clams."
"Clams!" cried Tom.