"Yes; you cannot see them."
"Do you mean, they run away under ground?"
"So I am told."
"How can they? they have no feet."
Mrs. Barclay could not help laughing now, and confessed her ignorance of the natural powers of the clam family.
"Where is that old man gone to make his fire? didn't he say he was going to make a fire?"
"Yes; in the cooking-house."
"Where is that?" And Mrs. Lenox came down the steps and went to explore. A few yards from the bathing-house, just within the enclosure fence, she found a small building, hardly two yards square, but thoroughly built and possessing a chimney. The door stood open; within was a cooking-stove, in which fire was roaring; a neat pile of billets of wood for firing, a tea-kettle, a large iron pot, and several other kitchen utensils.
"What is this for?" inquired Mrs. Lenox, looking curiously in.
"Wall, I guess we're goin' to hev supper by and by; ef the world don't come to an end sooner than I expect, we will, sure. I'm a gettin' ready."