The Outdoor Girls at Ocean View; Or, The Box That Was Found in the Sand

wed Mrs. Nelson and Betty into the cottage. Mr. Nelson was paying the carri

ed Amy. "What sort

spring up and down like the bottom of a tin dish pan. That's why they call 'em that. Tin-backs

y. "Then that mea

ay no special claims to

then you must be honest!" Amy insisted. "I'm so glad to know y

her, startled. Then h

though I had announced that I was a militant

repeated the old lobsterman

n said there m

hale with a lump of ambergris in him, as big as

asked Amy, who rat

g like a lump of suet in a dead whale, and it'

little shudder. "I don't believe

nk air. "Anyhow, we never see a dead whale in these parts. There was one once, but folks w

er within the cottage. She smiled

want you to see which room you like b

led Tin-Back because he never sells that sort of crab, and he

ghed Mollie. "Oh, but I think my room is

selects her own

in a little open balcony at either end. The house stood on a point of land, and from one end a view could be had of the ocean, while the other opened on Lobster Bay. There was a large plot of ground arou

s, brushes, barettes, ribbons, and various bottles and jars. For, though the outdoor girls were not afraid of sun, wind or rain, Betty had warn

nties prepared by 'Mandy, the wife of Old Tin-Back, strolling along the ocean beach. Mrs. Nels

d Mollie, as she and her chums wa

to ask us down, Betty

" Betty admitted. "I didn't wan

ith that sort of self

he boys will com

eady?" asked

ew plans he had when he came, and I've tried

, look what pretty shells!" and s

there isn't a bit of curl left in my hair. But

all have nice complexions if this Newport fog contin

distance down the beach, and while they were thus idly employed, and when the aftern

aid Betty. "I wonder i

"and unless he thinks we have slipped down one of those funny little h

them, nevertheless, for when he came wi

you to come back. I told 'em I'd tell you i

treasure?" asked Grace, wit

bster pots. A lot of them dragged their moorings in the las

ny treasure on the b

nswer, "but I did find a pipe once, an' it lasted me for quite a while. Found it j

r real treasure, washed up fro

, m

er wrecks?" i

and cold. Then we have wrecks. Why, right off there, two year ago," and with a gnarled finger he pointed though at no particular object a

try to save the

UGH A BATTERED SPY-GLASS. "THA

r Girls at

the wind was blowin' so they couldn't shoot a line over. The boat

ly, and was sil

ash ashore from the w

anana steamer got on the bar, and they had to throw over lots of cargo to lighten

onds-mysterious, locked boxes

ack looked as though he was not altogether s

irls, and they lived up to their name, for they were seldom in the house. They bathed and rowed in the bay,

is assured for the sum

Back set off from the little dock in his dory to take up hi

aimed Grace, hopefully. "They wrote th

answere

lookin' fer?"

ontas," an

ugh a battered spyglass he too

er," he a

swung up to the dock and Will, Roy,

This is the first real stop of our cruise. Been having a

tty. "Do come up to the cottage. Mamma wi

n a place like this with-ahem!

er brother to imprint a sort of half-way kiss on her cheek. His coat b

my-badge!" h

t are you, a pil

is sister. Grace fairly grabbed it from him, and read her brother's name, while, in

it mean?"

ed. "I have joined the United Sta

repeated Grace. "W

or smugglers, count