[CHAPTER XI.]
TEMPTED.
ONE afternoon when Arthur and Frank were at the Zoological Gardens, and were sitting under a tree resting, Frank exclaimed:
"I say, Arthur, are all your folks teetotallers?"
"Yes," said Arthur.
"Are you?"
"Why, yes, I suppose so."
"Catch me," answered Frank. "Did your father make you?"
"No, not in that sense."