"I don't know what you mean by 'just so,'" said Junior, "but I'll do my best."
And he certainly did do the best he could. While Ham Sand Witch held one end of the rope he turned it very, very carefully as the two big, white clams solemnly skipped. They were slow enough until they got warmed up.
"Now give us butter and eggs," said one of the clams, suddenly.
"Butter and eggs?" said Junior. "You mean pepper and salt, don't you?"
"I certainly do not," said the clam who had spoken. "I mean butter and eggs. Pepper and salt is fast, but butter and eggs is lightning; and see that you do it right."
But though Junior turned the rope with all his might and main he simply could not turn it fast enough to suit the clams. And presently with a scream of rage they rushed at him snapping their shells angrily.
"Run! Run!" shrieked Lettuce Sand Witch, "or they'll nip you!"
"Run! Run!" yelled Ham Sand Witch. "They pinch awful."
And maybe Junior did not run. And maybe the clams did not run after him. But luckily, just as they were about to grab him, one of them tripped and fell and cracked its shell, and wept so when it did, that the other clam stopped to help it. So Junior, and Ham Sand Witch, and Lettuce Sand Witch finally reached Mrs. Sand Witch's house and were soon safe indoors.
"Sakes alive!" exclaimed Mrs. Sand Witch, as the children stood before her, panting. "What has happened?"