“I don’t believe it would, sir. Why, the other day you were making fun of me because you could not see how I was to spend even half of my income! The fact of it is, Uncle Moses, you have invested the million and more too well, five and six per cent; and you are going to make it hard work for me to get away with what is coming to me every twelvemonth.” “The misfortune is, Sir Louis, that you and your mother are not accustomed to this plethora of income, and you have not yet got a fair hold on the seventy thousand a year. You don’t exactly know which way to turn to make a big hole in your revenue. But I have no doubt you will improve in good time,” chuckled the trustee. “I have no idea of being whipped out by an income, however large it may be,” replied Louis, still in the best of humor, in spite of the heavy burden imposed upon him by Fate and his grandfather of spending his income. “I have projects and schemes in my head, Uncle Moses, that would make you dizzy if I should mention them; and as I wish you to have a level head I will not say anything at all about them yet a while.” “A million dollars, more or less, is a sufficiently large fortune for any American citizen to possess,” continued the trustee, smoothing down his fat face for the first time in a full hour, as though he intended to say something more serious. “I should say that a man with a million ought to escape starvation, if his money is as well invested as you have placed mine,” replied Louis. “No levity, my little joker, for I was about to say something very serious,” added the squire. “Are you about to propose the fat man in the Dime Museum for my squire?” “I have done with that subject for the present, though I don’t know how soon you may compel me to resume it. I am, unhappily for you, Louis, the sole trustee of all your property.” “Unhappily! Why, the fact that you are my trustee is the one thing under the sun that saves me from the necessity of committing suicide by over-eating!” exclaimed the young millionaire. “I might have had some old hunks for a trustee, who wouldn’t do a single thing to help me spend my bulky income. In that case I should rather not have any million.” “You keep flying off at a tangent so that I can’t ventilate my views in regard to big fortunes,” said Uncle Moses, trying to look serious. “I dare say you have forgotten my introduction to this subject.” “No, sir, I have not; you observed that a man with a million was just as well off as a rich man.” “I did not put the remark in just that form; but that is the substance of what I said. Compared with some men in this country, Louis, you are a poor boy with only a million. But you need not starve, and you need not go about the streets in ragged garments, if you are only economical.”