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Then at low tide we dig for clams, and they're good, too I'll bet you never dreamed how good a clam could be!" "How about the other things milk, and eggs, and all those?" "Oh, that's easy! There are a lot of farms a little way inland, and we get all sorts of fine things from them." "I wonder if Mr. Holmes will try to play any tricks on us down there, Dolly.
Afraid there'd be some hitch at the last minute from your end." "And," said Tom, wringing the other's hand, "Jack has been picturing all sorts of terrible things happening to you and the plane here, near Dunkirk. He's as happy as a clam at high tide right now, I assure you." "You bet I am!" Jack cried explosively, gripping the fingers of the lieutenant with great enthusiasm.
Only one building, except those connected with the lighthouses, near at hand, this a small, gray-shingled bungalow about two hundred yards away, separated from the lights by the narrow stream called Clam Creek Seth always spoke of it as the "Crick" which, turning in behind the long surf-beaten sandspit known, for some forgotten reason, as "Black Man's Point," continued to the salt-water pond which was named "The Cove."
Don't that sound like home, Hosy! Nantucket and Cape Cod are next-door neighbors, as you might say! My! the air seems different already. I believe I can almost smell the Bayport flats. Do you know what I am goin' to do as soon as I get into my kitchen? After I've seen some of my neighbors and the cat and the hens, of course. I'm going to make a clam chowder.
At the same time, however, a man who opens oysters for a hotel, or shells a fortified town, or sucks eggs, is not, strictly speaking, a conchologist-a fine stroke of sarcasm that, but it will be lost on such an unintellectual clam as you. Now compare conchology and geometry together, and you will see what the difference is, and your question will be answered.
If you want to imagine how Margy and Mun Bun looked, marooned as they were on an island in the middle of Clam River, with the tide rising, just get a big, clean stone and put it down in the middle of your bathtub. If you try this you had better put a piece of paper under the stone, so it will not scratch the clean, white tub.
I'll wait for the pretty critter for she is a pretty critter, in spite of her not telling me her story I think I never saw such eyes in my life. Yes I'll wait." Mr Clam accordingly stopped short, and looked sharply all round, to watch if his fair companion was coming. She was still detained in the colonel's room.
"I was a clam to come up here, when there is no real need for it," he muttered. "Two to one, eh? Well, I reckon I can put up a pretty stiff fight if it comes to the worst." Then he caught up his oars once more, and began to row down Cayuga Lake with all possible speed. "He means to give us as much of a chase as possible," remarked Tom, as he glanced over his shoulder.
Thankful pitied him; she could not help it. "Oh, yes, you will," she said, heartily. "Just try one of those clam fritters of Imogene's and you'll eat a whole lot. If you don't you'll be the first one." He shook his head. "Thankful," he said, slowly, "I I want to talk to you. I've got to talk to you alone." "Alone! Why, Emily's just the same as one of the family.
Fresh-water mussels migrate into deeper water at the approach of cold weather. And if the clam has instincts, there is no reason why the turbellaria should not also possess them. But all higher powers develop gradually, and their beginnings usually elude our search. Along the line leading from annelids to insects instinct is becoming dominant.
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