"You will have your freedom suit, and afterward you can do just as you like," said Doris laughingly. She and Cary had been quite friendly of late, young-mannish reserve having given place to a brotherly regard.
"Do you suppose I can do just as I like?" He studied the eager face.
"Of course you wouldn't want to do anything Uncle Win would not like."
Cary flushed. "I wonder if fathers always know what is best? And when you are a man——" he began.
"Don't you want to study law?"
"Under some circumstances I should like it."
"Would you like keeping a store or having a factory, or building beautiful houses—architecture, I believe, the fine part is called. Or painting portraits like Copley and Stuart and the young Mr. Allston up in Court Street."
"No, I can't aspire to that kind of genius, and I am sure I shouldn't like shop-keeping. I am just an ordinary young fellow and I am afraid I shall always be a disappointment to the kindest of fathers. I wish there were three or four other children."
"How strange it would seem," returned Doris musingly.
"I am glad he has you, little Doris."