"No, the natives haven't much to do," affirmed Betty, "except to talk about the summer cottagers. But we'll keep quiet about the diamonds, at least down here."
"If the natives only knew what we know!" exclaimed Grace. "Think of having dug up buried treasure from the sand!"
"Poor Old Tin-Back would be heartbroken if he ever heard of it," said Amy, gently. "All his life he has dreamed of finding treasure, or ambergris or something, and here we come along and take it right from under his eyes."
"Poor old man," sighed Betty. "He is a dear, and so honest. He brought some crabs to-day, hard ones, for the shedders aren't around yet. And he was so careful to have every one alive. He held them up for me to see them wiggle."
"I can't bear them!" exclaimed Grace, making a wry face.
"You mean uncooked," observed Mollie. "I notice you take your share when the salad is passed."
"Oh, well, that's different," Grace returned.
"What are you going to do with the diamonds?" asked Betty of her father, when they were gathered around the sitting room table, after supper.
"I haven't fully decided," he said. "I want to make some inquiries in Boston, first, as to whether or not there has been a robbery."
"That's what I'll do, too," said Will.