"No, thank you," Betty answered, and she could not help being "short," as she said afterward. "We are going on a little picnic."
She swung around into another path between the dunes, and changed her mind about going to look at the hole near the broken spar, where the diamonds had been found.
"Oh, I wonder if she heard us?" whispered Mollie, as they lost sight of the old crone around the rushes and dunes.
"I hope not," said Betty, and her usually smiling face wore a worried look.
CHAPTER XX
CAUGHT
"That woman seems to—persecute us!" burst out Mollie, when the girls were well on their way again, out of range of the sand dunes, going down the beach where the salty air of the ocean and bay blew in their faces.
"Oh, hardly as bad as that," remarked Amy.
"Well, she always seems to be following us," insisted Mollie, "and I am positively tired of being asked to her cottage to drink milk."