"Come here, Griffin," she said breaking off, "here's something for you."
She gave the dog a piece of sweet biscuit she had in her pocket, which he ate, licking his lips as he stood calmly gazing at the distant landscape.
For some time the children were silent, and then Lilian again asked,—-
"Well, what are you going to do with the ever so many millions, when you're a man?"
"What makes you ask me that?"
"Oh, uncle and Herr Knopf have often talked about what you were going to do with them—and do you know what they said?"
"No. What would you do, if you had so much money?"
"I? I'd buy ever so many pretty clothes, real gold and silver clothes, and then—well then—then I'd build a splendid church, and everybody would have to be beautifully dressed, and when they came home, they'd have nice things to eat. And you'll do all this, won't you? or you'll tell me what you mean to do."
"I don't know."
"But you are to be something great. Ah, to be rich, pooh! Uncle says that's nothing."