"Never mind," said Norton. "When she's queen, I'll sell out and buy an estate in some other country. Who's next?"
"I knew you'd be sneaking along presently, at the tail of some black coat or other," Judy responded. "It's in you. The disease'll break out."
"I don't know what's in me," said Norton. "Something that makes me hot. I'm afraid it isn't religious. Roswell Holt, what's your idea of capital and business? Do leave Judy to her own fancies. This game's getting to be warm work. Roswell!—it's your turn."
"I believe," Roswell began sedately; he was an older boy than most of them and very quiet; "I believe, what I should like would be, to know all the languages there are in the world; and then to have a library so large that all the books in the world should be in it."
"Capital!" said Norton. "What good would that do you?"
"Why, I could read everything," said Roswell.
"And what good would that do you?"
"I should like it," said Roswell. "I should have what I like."
"Solomon tried that once," said David, who was taking diligently his reporter's notes. "It didn't seem to answer then."
"Ah, but there were not so many books in his day," said Roswell.