All the rich are greedy.

And you, are you greedy, too ?" "I don't know," said Foma, irresolutely.
"Come up to Smolin's and the three of us together will chase the pigeons." "Very well.

If they let me." "Why, does not your father like you ?" "He does like me." "Well, then, he'll let you go.

Only don't tell him that I am coming.
Perhaps he would not let you go with me.

Tell him you want to go to Smolin's.