heed them," said Mr Temple. "I'm sorry you will not be well enough to
come, Arthur."

Dick looked across the table at him and laughed, emphasising the laugh
by giving his brother a kick on the leg; while Arthur frowned and went
on with his breakfast, clinging a little to a fancied or very slight
headache, feeling that it would be a capital excuse for not going in the
boat, and yet disposed to throw over the idea at once, for he was, in
spite of a few shrinking sensations, exceedingly anxious to go.

"Oh, by the way, Dick," continued Mr Temple, "I am just going to say a
few words more to you before letting the matter drop; and I say them for
your brother to hear as well."

Dick felt what was coming, and after a quick glance at Arthur, he hung
his head.

"I am taking your word about that cigar-case and its contents, and I
sincerely hope that you will always keep your promise in mind. A boy at
your age should not even dream of using tobacco. You hear what I am
saying, Arthur?"

"Yes, papa," said the latter, who was scarlet.

"Bear it in mind, then, too. I found Dick with a cigar-case in his
pocket this morning. I don't ask whether you were aware of it, for I do
not want to say more about the matter than to express my entire
disapproval of my boys indulging in such a habit."

"Now if Taff's half a fellow he'll speak up and say it was his
cigar-case," thought Dick.

But Arthur remained silently intent upon his coffee, while Mr Temple
dismissed the subject, and looked smilingly at his boys as the meal
progressed.

"Ten minutes, and I shall be ready to start, Dick," said Mr Temple,
rising from the table.

"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."

"Yes, father," said Dick, who was enjoying what he called the fun.

"Let me see; you have a c