'He must be a genius,' said Ida, smiling.
'Can I have a monkey?'
'If your mother doesn't object, and if we can get a nice one that won't bite you.'
'Oh, he wouldn't bite me; I should be friends with him directly. When I am grown up I shall shoot tigers.'
'I shall not like Mr. Cheap Jack if he puts such ideas into your head.'
'Oh, but you must like him, Ida, for I mean to have him always for my friend; and when I come of age I shall go to the Rockies with him, and shoot moose and things.'
'Oh, you unkind boy! is that all the happiness I am to have when you are grown up.'
'You can come too.'
'What, go about America with a Cheap Jack! What a dreadful fate for me!'
'He is not dreadful—he is a splendid fellow.'