"I don't know, sir."
"What would you like to be, then?"
"I'd like," replied Mark, after some hesitation, "I think—I'd like to be a hero."
"A hero, eh! Come, that's modest and laudable. But what kind of a hero, pray?"
"Like—like Jack Sheppard."
"Jack Sheppard, umph! Why so?" said the doctor, rather surprised at this example and selection.
"Oh he was such a smart, brave fellow! They couldn't keep him in prison," replied Mark, wagging his head in admiration.
"But didn't he drive his poor mother crazy by his conduct, or something of that sort?" inquired the doctor. "That wasn't brave or smart, I take it, but rather mean and contemptible for a hero, wasn't it?"
"Yes, that was mean and bad," echoed Mark, reflectively; "I think I'd rather be a Crusader."
"Better, much better. But where did you hear of Jack Sheppard?"