"But I am not poor."

"Fortunately for you."

"Then you won't show the clothes? I suppose they look as if they were
made in the year one."

"For our forefather Adam?" suggested Tom, laughing. "I am inclined to
think the old gentleman in question hadn't clothes enough to fill a
trunk as large as that."

"Probably not," said Herbert; "he had no uncle, you know, to leave any
to him."

"What are you going to do with your money, Carter?" asked James, whose
curiosity got the better of his dignity occasionally.

"I haven't made up my mind yet. I think I shall find plenty of uses
for it."

"What would you do with it if you had it, James?" asked Tom.

"I can have more if I want to. I have only to ask father."

"Then you're better off than I. Say, father, will you give me fifty-
two dollars?"

"When you are twenty-one I may do it."

"You see," said Tom. "But you haven't answered my question. What would