You can't get those things here in Hinsdale, you know; and it takes money, to get away, and to live away after you get there." A sudden light transfigured David's face.
"Mr.Jack, would gold do it ?--lots of little round gold-pieces ?" "I think it would, David, if there were enough of them." "Many as a hundred ?" "Sure--if they were big enough.

Anyway, David, they'd start you, and I'm thinking you wouldn't need but a start before you'd be coining gold-pieces of your own out of that violin of yours.

But why?
Anybody you know got as 'many as a hundred' gold-pieces he wants to get rid of ?" For a moment David, his delighted thoughts flying to the gold-pieces in the chimney cupboard of his room, was tempted to tell his secret.

Then he remembered the woman with the bread and the pail of milk, and decided not to.

He would wait.