aid Arthur with dignity.

"Oh, very well!" said Dick drowsily; and his brother went on talking.

"Papa has sent for a suit of flannels and a suit of tweeds for me, for I
suppose I must wear them while we are down amongst these savages."

The bed creaked and squeaked a little, consequent upon Dick rolling
about and laughing; but Arthur was at work with two hair-brushes upon
his head, and did not hear.

"I have sent word that the tailor is to make an outside breast-pocket
for my handkerchief, and that the flannels are to be edged and bound
with black."

Dick's head had been half under the clothes, but he popped it out now to
raise himself up a little and say:

"Oh, won't you look lovely!"

Then the bed creaked again as Dick dropped down, his brother not
condescending to notice his frivolous remark.

A few minutes later and Arthur had deliberately climbed into bed,
yawned, dropped asleep, and Dick had rolled out on his side.

"I don't mean to be smothered when there's such lots of beautiful air
outside," he muttered; and he softly opened the window once more, jumped
into bed, fell asleep directly, and was awakened by the musical chorus
off the sea.

"Oh, I say, what a morning!" he cried as he drew up the blind and saw
that about a dozen luggers were coming in from the fishing-ground, where
they had been all night, while the sun was turning the bay into one
sparkling sheet of glory. "Here! Ahoy! Hi! Rouse up, Arthur. Come
and have a bathe."

He made a bound at his brother, and punched and shook him, with the
result that Arthur shut his eyes more tightly and hit out at him
savagely.

"Get up, or you sha'n't have any clothes," cried Dick, trying to drag
them off; but--_Whuff, huff, bang_! down came one of the pillows upon
his head, and Arthur rolled himself in the clothes and settled himself
for another sleep.

"Oh, sleep away, then!" cried Dick. "Here, hi! Will! Where are you
going?"

"To bathe," said Will. "Come!"

"Down in a minute," cried Dick; and deferring all washing till he could
get plenty of water out in the bay, he thrust a comb in his pocket, a
towel under his arm, and ran down-stairs.

"A nasty old nuisance!" grumbled Arthur, getting out of bed like a badly
made parcel, with sheet, blanket, and patchwork quilt rolled round him;
and as he shut the window with a bang he could see his brother and Will
trudging towards the harbour.

"I'll just have another five minutes, and then I'll g