"It would be hard to choose, but I think I'd begin by adopting about twenty small boys. Then, if I had any time left, I'd—I'd— oh, I think perhaps I'd like to write a book of poems."
"Good for you, Poll! How I envy the boys, only you'd make them all into doctors. Molly?"
"I would travel, all over the whole world, and down into Australia," returned Molly. "I'd go to Russia and Spain and China and the Nile, and stay everywhere just as long as I wanted to."
"Who wouldn't like to do that?" said Jean. "Katharine, what will you do?"
"I'd have a lovely house somewhere in Europe, Venice, perhaps, or else Paris, and it should be full of magnificent pictures. And then I'd have my friends come and stay with me for a year at a time; and I'd have young artists come and live there, and give them lessons,—not teach them, you know, but pay for them, to give them a start, when they couldn't afford it. And when they had learned to paint and were ready to go home, I'd pay their expenses for a year, till they were able to support themselves. And then I'd help poor students through college, and do ever so many things like that."
"Katharine, you are modest in your plans!" said Molly, laughing.
"How much of an income do you expect to have?"
"I didn't know we were limited," Katharine answered. "I thought we could have whatever we wished."
"That was the idea," said Alan. "Go on, Jessie; what would you do if you had all the money in the world?"
"Just what I intend to do now," she replied coolly, "be a doctor."
"What!" And Molly stared at her cousin with wide-open eyes.