That means twenty dollars tuition each year, and new books, and clothes.
There won't ever be so much at one time again, that I know.

I just got to hang to my money.

I was afraid to tell her, for fear she would want it for taxes, and she really must sell a tree or some cattle for that, mustn't she, Uncle Wesley ?" "On your life, she must!" said Wesley.

"You put your little wad in the bank all safe, and never mention it to a living soul.

It doesn't seem right, but your case is peculiar.