"No," said Dick; "it's Taff's turn now;" and he said it in so quietly serious a manner that his brother half rose from his seat. "Oh! by the way, Arthur," said Mr Temple, "Dick's accident made me forget yours. How is the wounded leg?" "Better, I think," said Arthur, for he had forgotten its existence all through the walk home. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. MACK'REL IN THE BAY--AND THE SEINE FAIRPLAY--AND A HAUL FOR OUR WIVES AND BAIRNS. If you want to go to a place where the air you breathe seems to till your veins with joy, and you begin to tingle with a desire to be up and doing something, go down into Cornwall, where the breeze seems to sparkle and effervesce like the waves that beat upon the rocky shore, and from whose crests it bears off the health-giving ozone to mix with the fragrant scent of the wild thyme and heather of the hills and barren moors. The sea never looks two days alike: now it is glistening like frosted silver, now it is as liquid gold. At one time it is ruddy like wine, at another time rich orange or amber, and a few hours after intensely blue, as if the sky had fallen or joined it then and there. Only in storm time is it thick and muddy, as it is in other parts of our coast, and even then it is not long before it settles down once more to its crystal purity. "Ahoy-ay! Ahoy-ay!" A musical chorus, softened by distance as it came off the sea, awakened Dick Temple from dreams of boats and mines, and rocks, and caves full of cuttle-fish, crabs, and seals, so big that they seemed monsters of the deep. The window was open, for he had left it so when he had scrambled out of his clothes and jumped into bed. Then Arthur, who was calmly folding his garments, or rather his brother's, had quietly gone across the room and shut the window. "The night air is dangerous," he said. "No, it isn't," said Dick. "It's all fancy." "I wish the window to be shut," said 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.