“I—I think I’m well enough to go, papa,” said Arthur.
“Well enough! But your head?”
“Oh! it’s better, much better now.”
“But won’t you be alarmed as soon as you get on the water? It may be a little rough.”
“Oh, I’m not afraid of the water!” said Arthur boldly; and then he winced, for Dick gave him a kick under the table.
“Very well, then,” said Mr Temple, “you shall go. But you can’t go like that, Arthur. I did not see to your clothes. Haven’t you a suit of flannels or tweeds?”
“No, papa.”
“How absurd of you to come down dressed like that!”
Arthur coloured.
“You can’t go in boats and climbing up and down rocks in an Eton jacket and white collar. Here, Dick, lend him a suit of yours.”