ty murmured:

"Oh, Daddy! Don't tease her!"

"I'm not!" he declared. "It is possible that there may be some treasure
buried in the sand near Ocean View. Stranger things have happened."

"Oh, what if _we_ should find it!" cried Amy. "I'm going to look the
first thing I do."

"Find what?" asked Grace, who had been looking from the window as they
passed through a town.

"Buried treasure," Amy said.

"Oh, I thought you meant Will's secret," observed Grace. "I wonder
where that train boy is?" she went on.

"What for?" asked Betty.

"I want another box of those chocolates. They were a new kind and----"

"Grace Ford! If you buy another bit of candy before we arrive I--I don't
know what I'll do to you!" threatened Betty.

The train rolled on, as all trains do, and, eventually, the little
seaside resort of Ocean View was reached. There was the usual scramble
on the part of our friends, and other passengers, to alight, and when
the girls stood on the rather dingy platform of the station Mollie,
looking about her in some disappointment, said:

"Ocean View! I don't see why they call it that. You can't see the ocean
at all."

"It's down that way," said Mr. Nelson, with a wave of his hand toward
the east. "Property is too valuable along the shore to allow of the
village being there. The town is about a mile back from the water. We'll
take a carriage to the cottage. You see the railroad doesn't run very
close to the ocean."

Ocean View was like most summer resorts, built some distance back from
the shore, which property was held by cottage or bungalow owners. There
were several shell roads running from the main street of the town down
to the water's edge, however. And soon, in a carriage, with their
valises piled around them, our party set off for Edgemere, leaving a
truckman to bring the trunks.

"Oh what a perfectly dear place!" exclaimed Grace, as the carriage
turned along a highway that paralleled the beach. "And how blue the
water is!"

They were up on a little elevation. Down below them was a large bay,
enclosed in a point of land that ran out into the ocean, forming a
perfect breakwater.

"Where is Edgemere?" asked Mollie.

"Over there," answered Betty, pointing.

The girls beheld a large cottage nestling amid a group of evergreen and
other trees, on the very point of land that jutted out, with the bay on
one side and the ocean on the other.

"Oh, how perfectly charming!" exclaimed Amy. "And we can hav