"Well, after Carl and I go to college I am going to study medicine. By that time Father will have left the navy, I hope, and we will all live here together, and I'll practise."
"Perhaps there will be an office for you back of Dora's store," said Carl.
"I'd like to write books," said Bess. "Beautiful stories that everybody will want to read. Then I'll make lots of money and build hospitals and do ever so much good."
"The hospitals will be for Ikey to practise in, I suppose, my great and good cousin," remarked Aleck, with a profound bow.
"I mean to be a judge," announced Carl, who was next. "Now, Aleck."
"I am going to try for West Point next year. Father has given his consent, and—well, I'll be a general."
"I don't see how you can unless there is a war," said Ikey.
"Perhaps there'll be one then, and if I am wounded I can go to Bess's hospital and have you practise on me."
"Louise, you are the last; what noble ambition have you?"
"I think I'll illustrate Bess's books and help Dora keep store," she said, laughing.