with my parents."

"And I with mine. Ah, you've a beard already," cried the child, pulling
suddenly the down on his lip.

"That hurts; you've pulled out a couple of hairs, and I'm proud of
them."

"You're proud of them then?" And she tenderly stroked his face,
pronouncing at the same time a so-called healing-spell, which she had
learned of Knopf for the healing of a wound.

"Have you the dog still?" asked Lilian.

"Yes, he must have gone with Eric. Where is he, I wonder?"

He whistled, and Griffin came up. Lilian caressed the dog, and kissed
him, and said all kinds of loving words to him.

"I'll give the dog to you," said Roland.

"See," cried the child, "he's looking at you; he knows he's to be
handed over to another master, just as a slave is. But, Roland, I can't
take the dog with me. I mustn't say anything to father about it. Only
think how much trouble we should have before we reached New York; you'd
better keep him."

Roland had been lost in thought; now he asked abruptly,--

"Have you ever seen any slaves?"

"No, when they come to us they aren't slaves any longer. But I've seen
many who've been slaves--one is a friend of father's, and father goes
through the streets with him, arm in arm."

"Come here, Griffin," she said breaking off, "here's something for
you."

She gave the dog a piece of sweet biscuit she had in her pocket, which
he ate, licking his lips as he stood calmly gazing at the distant
landscape.

For some time the children were silent, and then Lilian again asked,---

"Well, what are you going to do with the ever so many millions, when
you're a man?"

"What makes you ask me that?"

"Oh, uncle and Herr Knopf have often talked about what you were going
to do with them--and do you know what they said?"

"No. What would you do, if you had so much money?"

"I? I'd buy ever so many pretty clothes, real gold and silver clothes,
and then--well then--then I'd build a splendid church, and everybody
would have to be beautifully dressed, and when they came home, they'd
have nice things to eat. And you'll do all this, won't you? or you'll
tell me what you mean to do."

"I don't know."

"But you are to be something great. Ah, to be rich, pooh! Uncle says
that's nothing."

"Have you ever seen a million?" asked the child again. "I'd like to see
a million for once. The whole room, clear up to the top, would be full
of rolls of gold--no, I shouldn't like that. Tell me now, have you a
litt