“I suppose you would not like to go, Dick?” said Mr Temple dryly. “You would miss your dinner.”
“Why, father,” cried Dick in a tone of reproach, “I can have a dinner every day.”
“And a sail in a trawler only once perhaps in your life. Then be off.”
Dick bounded to the door and then stopped.
“May Taff come, father?” he cried.
“If he likes; but perhaps he wouldn’t care to go. Make him sea-sick perhaps.”
“But he may go, father?”
“Yes. But stop. Take something to eat with you in a basket.”
“The master of the smack said if the young gentlemen would come in they could have a bit of dinner on board. We could cook some fish, sir.”
“Oh!” cried Dick excitedly.