Greenbrier independent. [volume] (Lewisburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1980, 1919-12-05

'here won lie clam left in the
cove!"
boris.' came the reprOachful voice
OF her mother, please don't use such
unladylike Words
Find Inc one as expressive and I
WON'T, responded the irrcpressible
Doris. I'm dying for some CLANS. and
those laborers laying the new gas
pipes are just digging them all up be-
fore l get look-in."
But they are busy putting in the
pipes. aren't they. dear?" mildly quer-
ien Doris mother. How can they dig
clans ut the same time?"
oh, they're just stalling on the job.
mother. waiting for some more pipe.
The little foreman told ME SO yester-
day. Meanwhile they're Just digging
up Nil the CLANS"
Doris" the mother again started to
demonstrate with her lively young
daughter. but rs often happened, that
same daughter took the words from
her mouth. II know. mother, what
you're going to say-'Please don't 20
around talking to that StrunSe young
man. You needn't worry. I've only
seen one worth speaking to since we
cahe-and he was claiming, too.
Came from over across the cove some
where. Got lot, too. If he'd had
any decency he'd have offered me
some. Goodness knows limited broad
~ enough"
The little mother remarked In q re-
signed tone: He thought you were
q child, probably. with your bobbed
hair and that short, red skirt"
II should worry what he thought:
he's some country clam himself"
Doris replied. lauGhingly. "AIl the
same. 1 wish my boots would arrive.
1t was so stupid Of US to forget them"
Then speculatively: THAT waters too
cold to 60 into barelegged."
II should say So" tho mother made
haste to reply. Doris. don't you
think Of such thing"
mo. mother, won't" dutifully
spoke the daughter. busily scheming In
her impatient young head some way
Of getting over those clam fats. where
at the moment several Italians were
industrlously digging.
~<O"s A'AAo' A>oAas ~oAAS uothCAs Auu
purposely omitted packing those boots.
She had rather guilty feeling all day,
as Doris watched for the parcels post.
This clever. up7to-date young daugh-
ter was rather beyond the old fashioned
mother.
She was proud Of her. of course, for
didn't that same cleverness enable
Doris to hold up the government at
the rate Of thirty-five per, with a
months vacation" as Doris herself ex-
pressed it2
And didn't that weekly thirty-nve
make possible the yearly vacations ut
the shore, even If sometimes they had
to come at an unheard-of early date7
But oh dear! II the child would only
care about clothes like other girls and
not insist on bobbing her hair with
the ridiculous excuse that 1t saved
time.
And then those awful knickers-and
boots-that she insisted on wearing ont
fishing and clammingI But Mrs. Dart
preferred not to think about them.
Doris was wizard at finding II way
out Of n dilemma. Probably that was
why she succeeded SO we'll in business.
The only way out Of her present one.
she decided, was over bridge farthe-
Up the cove.
This bridge had been started with n
flourish by some bunko amusement
company and finished In fizzle. II
lacked five feet Of reaching the nat Is.
land in the center Of the cove. But
on that island were clams-that could
be gotten at without the aid Of boots.
So on the following day, no boots
having arrived and low tide coincid.
ing with her mothers rest hour. Doris
got into the obnoxious kDlckers and,
armed with short-handled hoe and a
bag, walked over the unfinished bridge,
took flying downward lcap-and
there she was!
The clans were plentiful. This was
n place the laborers had not hit upon.
Doris dug and dug, and the tide crcpt
up and up. Clam digging Is time.
consuming work so when the bag was
nearly filed the strenuous young lady
was relieved to find by glance mt her
watch that 1t was not quite time for
her mothers nap to be over. But ut
the bridge she found, somewhat to her
dismay, ten feet of water, shallow to
be sure. but growing deeper every mo.
ment between the low shore and the
much higher end Of the bridge.
"Tlme and tide" quoted Doris, rue
fully, as she started bravely through
It. The water was knee deep when
she managed to throw the bag up onto
the bridge: but getting herself up was
quite another proposition. The sand
was soft and her feet sank into II.
Doris didn't give up easily once she
started to do a thing, but when her
feet grew numb she accepted tho ~.
fillfu OF further effort and Hnfled hack