It may be mean, but I can't help it.

It's stronger than I." She returned the money to the bag and locked it and the brass match-box in her trunk, turning the key with a long breath of satisfaction.
She was a little troubled, however, as she went back into the sitting-room and took up her work.
"I didn't use to be so stingy," she told herself.

"Since I won in the lottery I've become a regular little miser.

It's growing on me, but never mind, it's a good fault, and, anyhow, I can't help it.".