CHAPTER V
OLD TIN-BACK
"Isn't he provoking!" murmured Grace, sinking into a seat beside Mollie, as the train slowly pulled out.
"Who?" asked Mollie, leaning toward the window to wave to the boys on the platform.
"My brother Will. He's up to something—he has a secret and he won't tell me!"
"Don't let him know you care, and he'll tell you all the quicker. Boys are that way," declared Mollie, with the accumulated wisdom of—say—seventeen years.
"Yes, I suppose so," agreed Grace, and then she began a hurried search among the various articles she had deposited on the seat between herself and Mollie.
"What is it—lost something?" asked the latter.
"My bag of—oh, here they are," and Grace, with a look of contentment, began munching some chocolates.
"It is awfully nice of you, Mrs. Nelson, to ask us down for the summer," said Amy Blackford to her hostess when they were settled in the speeding train. "I do so love the seashore."