“What boy?” asked Janet.
“His name is Jimmie Merton. I met him down on the beach here the other day. He’s got a boat. It’s hidden in the weeds on the shore of the little bay. He said I could take it any time I wanted it and catch crabs. He says you get big, fat crabs over in the little bay.”
“Oh, that’ll be lots of fun!” laughed Janet. She had caught a few crabs, with her brother, from a small dock in the inlet not far from the cottage, but the larger and better crabs were out in deeper water, where a boat was needed.
“Maybe Mother won’t let us go,” suggested Janet, as she and Teddy walked up toward the cottage.
“Oh, I guess she will,” the little Curlytop boy answered. “Daddy said, yesterday, he wished he had some boiled hard crabs, and when I tell Mother I can get some she’ll let us go.”
“I hope she does,” murmured Janet.
Mrs. Martin knew that her husband liked crabs, and when Ted offered to get them his mother said he and his sister might go if they would be very careful.
“But don’t fall out of the boat,” she warned.
“We won’t,” promised Ted. “Anyhow, the water isn’t very deep.”
“Be careful just the same,” his mother said again.