Chapter Twenty Six.
Uncle Abram comes as an Ambassador, and gains his Ends.
“I wanted to make our expedition,” said Mr Temple, “but it is impossible, of course, to-day in the face of such a storm. What are you boys going to do?”
“Read, papa,” said Arthur. “It is too rough to go out.”
“And you, Dick?”
“Ask you to lend me your Mackintosh, father. It’s too rough to stay in. The sea’s grand.”
Arthur had already taken up a book, but he now laid it down.
“I don’t think it rains, does it?”
“No; only blows,” replied Dick; “but when you get where the spray comes off the sea, it’s like a shower.”