"I mean to be a judge," announced Carl, who was next. "Now, Aleck."
"I am going to try for West Point next year. Father has given his
consent, and--well, I'll be a general."
"I don't see how you can unless there is a war," said Ikey.
"Perhaps there'll be one then, and if I am wounded I can go to Bess's
hospital and have you practise on me."
"Louise, you are the last; what noble ambition have you?"
"I think I'll illustrate Bess's books and help Dora keep store," she
said, laughing.
A knock at the door interrupted just then, and Uncle William's cheery
face appeared. "It is so late I must not stop," he said; "but I ran
away from a political meeting to wish my little girl many happy
returns."
* * * * *
"There is to be another wedding in the family," said Mrs. Howard,
entering the library one day with some hyacinths in her hand.
"Do you mean it really? I did not know there was anybody to get
married but Cousin Helen," Bess exclaimed.
Carl looked up from a weighty volume he was consulting. "That is easy
to guess; it is Joanna, of course."
"Is it Jo, Auntie?"
"Yes, she confided it to me a few minutes ago. It will be in June, and
Patrick Loughlin is the happy man.
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