Why, Dab, do you see that?
There's a porpoise, inside the bar!" It was as clear as daylight that Ham Morris felt himself "at home" again, and that his brief experience of the outside world had by no means lessened his affection for the place he was born in.

If the entire truth could have been known, it would have been found that he felt his heart warm toward the whole coast and all its inhabitants, including the clams.

And yet it was remarkable how many of the latter were mere empty shells when Ham finished his breakfast that morning.

He preferred them roasted, and his mother-in-law had not forgotten that trait in his character.
Once or twice in the course of the sail, Dabney found himself on the point of saying something about boarding-schools; but each time his friend broke away to the discussion of other topics, such as blue-fish, porpoises, crabs, or the sailing qualities of "The Swallow," and Dab dimly felt that it would be better to wait until another time.

So he waited.
It was a grand good time, however, to be had before breakfast; and as they again sailed up the inlet, very happy and very hungry, Dab suddenly exclaimed,-- "Ham, do you see that?
How could they have guessed where we'd gone?
There's the whole Kinzer tribe, and the boys are with them, and Annie." "What boys and Annie ?" "Oh! Ford Foster and Frank Harley.