"No, I should like to drive one of my own," replied the child without
hesitation.

"Well, you are quite right there: stick to that, my boy," said the
doctor, and drove away.

As Gertrude, holding a child by each hand, climbed the hillside, the boy
said gaily,

"Say, mother, I can have one, can't I?"

"Do you mean to be a gentleman like the doctor, and own a horse,
Dietrich?" asked the mother.

The boy nodded.

"So you can, if you will work hard for it, and stick to your work well.
You see the doctor had to do that for a long time, and has to do it still,
and if you stick to your work as he has, and never stop nor get tired till
it is done, and well done, then you will be a gentleman, even if you are
not a doctor. It doesn't matter what you do; you may be a gentleman if
you persevere and work hard and faithfully."

"Yes, with a horse," said Dietrich.

The little girl had been listening intently to every word of this
conversation. Her black eyes blazed out suddenly as she looked up to
Gertrude and said decidedly,

"I'll be one too."