WOLFEBORO, N.H. — Around this summer haven, residents say the Romneys are a common sight, often after the dinner hour, at Bailey’s Bubble.

Mitt, Ann, perhaps the boys — who are not boys anymore, though that’s what everyone around town still calls them — and the grandkids queue up at the ice cream stand. Surrounded by sticky-fingered youngsters, they greet fellow Bermuda-shorts wearers.