"But no boxes of gold or diamonds—mysterious, locked boxes?" asked Amy, still hopefully.
"No, miss, nothin' like that," and Old Tin-Back looked as though he was not altogether sure whether or not he was being made fun of.
The days passed at Ocean View, sunny, happy days. Each one brought new pleasure and delight to the outdoor girls, and they lived up to their name, for they were seldom in the house. They bathed and rowed in the bay, or paid visits to the quaint little town, where Grace discovered an old French woman who made delicious taffy.
"So Grace's happiness is assured for the summer," declared Mollie.
Then came a day when, as the four went down to see Old Tin-Back set off from the little dock in his dory to take up his lobster pots, they saw a motor boat heading into the bay.
"Oh, if that should be the boys!" exclaimed Grace, hopefully. "They wrote they might come this week; didn't they?"
"Yes," answered Betty.
"What boat ye lookin' fer?" asked Tin-Back.
"The Pocohontas," answered Amy.
The old lobsterman peered through a battered spyglass he took from a locker-box in his dory.