"Ain't that enough to pay for your food and your clothes?
Does it want your private affairs to make up the difference?
Or have you to pay for your food and clothes with your very thoughts ?--What pocket-money do they give you ?" "Pocket-money ?" returned Letty, as if she did not quite know what he meant.
"Money to do what you like with," explained Tom.
Letty thought for a moment.
"Cousin Godfrey gave me a sovereign last Christmas," she answered.

"I have got ten shillings of it yet." Tom burst into a merry laugh.
"Oh, you dear creature!" he cried.

"What a sweet slave you make! The lowest servant on the farm gets wages, and you get none: yet you think yourself bound to tell them everything, because they give you food and clothes, and a sovereign last Christmas!" Here a gentle displeasure arose in the heart of the girl, hitherto so contented and grateful.

She did not care about money, but she resented the claim her conscience made for them upon her confidence.

She did not reflect that such claim had never been made by them; nor that the fact that she felt the claim, proved that she had been treated, in some measure at least, like a daughter of the house.
"Why," continued Tom, "it is mere, downright, rank slavery! You are walking to the sound of your own chains.