"Then I think you will like it at Ocean View," remarked Betty's mother. "And we think Edgemere a pretty place."
"I'm sure it must be from what Betty has told me."
"Do you like lobsters?" asked Mr. Nelson, looking over the top of his paper, with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Lobsters?" repeated Amy, questioningly. "I haven't eaten many."
"It's a great place for lobsters at Ocean View," went on Betty's father. "That's one reason I decided on it."
"The idea!" cried his wife. "To hear you talk anyone would think you never ate anything else, and you know if you take too much a la Newburg you don't feel well the next day."
"I'm going to take only the plain boiled, and salads," declared Mr. Nelson. "But there's an old lobsterman—Tin-Back, they call him—near Edgemere in whom I think you girls will be interested," he went on. "He's quite a character."
"Why do they call him Tin-Back?" asked Amy. "Has he really a——"
"A tin back? How funny that would be?" laughed Betty.
"You must ask him," declared her father. "I didn't have time when I came down to see if everything was all right."