“What would you?” said the girl, looking up into his face. “What do people generally do?”
“Why,” and Mavick hesitated, “they use it to add more to it.”
“And then?” pursued the girl.
“I suppose they leave it to somebody. Suppose it was left to you?”
“Don't think me silly, papa; I've thought a lot about it, and I shall do something quite different.”
“Different from what?”
“You know mamma is in the Orthopedic Hospital, and in the Ragged Schools, and in the Infirmary, and I don't know what all.”
“And wouldn't you help them?”
“Of course, I would help. But everybody does those things, the practical things, the charities; I mean to do things for the higher life.”
Mr. Mavick took his cigar from his mouth and looked puzzled. “You want to build a cathedral?”