“All right, father!” cried Dick smiling, and he followed his father out of the room and down-stairs, where they met the landlord.
“All right again then, sir?” said the latter cheerily. “Ah! I thought our salt-water wouldn’t hurt him. Rather a rough ride for him, though, first time. When would you like breakfast, sir?”
“At eight,” said Mr Temple; and after a few more words he and Dick strolled out upon the cliff.
“Now are you sure, Dick, that you are quite well?” said his father. “Have you any feverish sensations?”
“No, father.”
“You don’t feel anything at all?”
“No, father. Yes, I do,” cried Dick sharply.
“Indeed! what?” cried Mr Temple.
“So precious hungry.”
“Oh!” said his father, smiling. “Well, here is one who will find us some refreshment.”