"I'd like to be able to do just what I have a mind to," said Dick.
"Bravo! only that's what we're all after. Come a little nearer the point, Dick; what'll you do with your time?"
"I'd be a hunter. I'd have first-rate rifles, you know, and pistols, and all that; and people to help; and I'd just go hunting. I'd kill buffaloes in the West till I had enough of that, and take a turn at a bear or so; then I'd go to Africa and have a royal time with the rhinoceros and lions, and maybe crocodiles. I'd spend a good while in Africa. Elephants, too. Then I'd cross over to India and hunt tigers. I'd chase ostriches too."
"Not in India," said David.
"I didn't say, in India; but where they are. Deer of course, everywhere; and chamois, and all that."
"Birds?" suggested Norton.
"O yes, by the way, you know. I'd live upon ducks and snipe and wild turkey."
"When you weren't eating venison and buffalo hump," said David.
"Well—I'd have variety enough," said Dick. "I tell you! a hunter's supper is jolly."
"All alone?" said Esther.