"He is," said Ben; "few better."
"What are you doing to-day?" asked Dick.
"Nothing in particular; basking in the sunshine in your glorious bay."
"Then you like Torquay?" said Dick.
"Who could help liking it? And what a county lies behind it! I envy you the Devonshire lanes, Dick."
"Then come and live among them. I can pick you an ideal spot, and it shall be well within your means, Mr. Millionaire."
Picton laughed.
"No millions here—a few thousands," he said; "just sufficient to keep my head above water."
"And the Sea-mew afloat," said Dick.
"I'll manage that," said Ben.