"Then you should wish them further. A mile is a short drive."
"O, we do not drive much. We walk to the shore often, and sometimes to the river."
"You like the large water so much the best?"
"I think I like it best," said Lois, laughing a little; "but we go for clams."
"Can you get them yourself?"
"Certainly! It is great fun. While you go to drive in the Park, we go to dig clams. And I think we have the best of it too, for a stand-by."
"Do tell me about the clams."
"Do you like them?"
"I suppose I do. I do not know them. What are they? the usual little soup fish?"
"I don't know about soup fish. O no! not those; they are not the sort Mrs. Wishart has sometimes. These are long; ours in the Sound, I mean; longish and blackish; and do not taste like the clams you have here."