'll die," said Bob contentedly.

"Let it stand, Davy," said Norton. "Write him down, with a horse and a
saddle for his capital and riding his business. Who's next? Hatty
Delaplaine! What will _you_ have?"

Hatty, a pale, freckled girl, with twinkling gray eyes, was ready with
her answer.

"I'd like to have Stewart's store, all to myself, and a dressmaker."

"The dressmaker all to yourself too, I suppose. Girls are the queerest
things!" said Norton.

"Not a bit queerer than boys," spoke up Judy.

"Well,--see if the present game does not prove them so," said Norton.
"What'll you do with Stewart's and a dressmaker, Hatty Delaplaine?"

"Don't you see? I'd never wear the same dress twice, and I wouldn't
have the same for breakfast or luncheon or dinner; and I would have the
most beautiful dresses that ever were seen."

"What would you do with them, after once wearing?" David asked.

"O I should never know and never care. My maid would dispose of them, I
suppose. I should have enough to do to think of the new ones. But I
_do_ love costumes!" the girl added, clasping her hands.

"Is that a 'costume' you have got on?" Norton asked.

"Nonsense! it isn't anything. I haven't got Stewart's and my dressmaker
yet. When I have, you'll know it."

"Juliet Bracebridge!--speak if you please. I'm finished," said Norton.
"This is the richest game I've seen yet. Juliet?--"

"I think I should like a perfect little carriage, and a perfect pair of
horses, and to go driving over the world."

"Where?" said Norton. "You mean, over the Central Park and the
Boulevards."

"No, I don't. I mean what I say."

"Bad roads in some places," said Norton. "Up Vesuvius, for instance; or
over Mont Blanc in winter. Greece is dangerous, and--"

"Don't talk nonsense, Norton Laval. Of course I should drive where I
could drive, and would like to drive. Over Mont Blanc in winter,
indeed!"

"Well, come to business. A perfect pair of horses and perfect
carriage,--that's your capital; and you'll go driving all over. What
will be the interest on your capital, do you think? in other words,
what will you take by it?"

"I should always have a variety, don't you see, and not have time to
get tired of anything."

"Are there roads enough in the world to last you?" said Norton. "I
declare! these girls--Joe Benton, give us your mind."

"I'll make a fortune, Norton."

"All right. What'll you do with it?"

"I'll have the best house, and the handsomest