'. If that's so with them as
hasn't got money to spend, surely it's for a man like me to do so who's
rollin' in four thousand a year, more or less. Besides, I'm goin' to
invest some o' the capital in a way that'll pay back three or four
hundred per cent interest! I'm not goin' to leave it all to my Rosebud.
A reasonable provision she shall have--not more. You see, Molly, I'm
of opinion that whatever a man has--whether he makes it by the use of
his talents, or inherits it from his father, or has it sent to him
unexpected, like mine--he holds it all in trust, to be used for the
glory of God and the good of men. Now, cut along, secretary."

"This," said Jeff, "is the plan of the People's Free Library. The
purchase of the site was effected last week, and the building is to be
commenced next month."

"Ay, and the Prince of Wales is coming to lay the foundation stone,"
cried the captain; "leastwise I've asked him to do it, and no doubt
he'll come if he's got time. But look here, Molly," he added, becoming
impatient and opening out all the plans at once--"here you've got the
lecture-hall an' the gymnasium, an' the church, an' the ragged school--
all ship-shape--an' what d'ye think this is? Explain it, secretary."

"This is a plan of two cottages exactly the shape and size of this one
in which we sit, but with a few more rooms and out-houses behind. The
empty space between them represents the site of this cottage. The one
on the right is intended for Captain Millet. That on the left for--"

"For the secretary and his wife," cried the captain again, taking up the
discourse. "An' look here, what d'ye think the double lines in pencil
'tween your cottage an' mine means?"

"A wash-house, perhaps."

"A wash'us," repeated the captain, with contempt. "No; that's a passage
from one house to the other, so as you an' I can visit comfortably in
wet weather. There's a door in the middle with two locks, one on each
side; so that if either of us should chance to be in the dumps, we've
got only to turn the key on our own side. But the passage ain't in the
plan, you see. It's only a suggestion. Then, Rosebud, what d'ye think
that thing is atop of my cottage?"

"It--it _looks_ like a--a pepper-box," replied Rose, with some
hesitation.

"Pepper-box!" repeated the captain, in disgust; "why, it's a plate-glass
outlook, where I can sweep the horizon with my glass all round, an'
smoke my pipe in peace and comfort, and someti