But he was happy and in good spirits and enjoyed his evening game of cribbage with the Major exceedingly.
"You must be nearly bankrupt, by this time," said Patsy on Tuesday evening.
"It's an expensive city to live in," sighed Uncle John.
She gave him fifty cents of his money, then, and on Friday fifty cents more.
"After a time," she said, "you'll manage to get along with less.

It's always harder to economize at first." "How about the bills ?" he inquired.

"Don't I pay my share of them ?" "Your expenses are nothing at all," declared the Major, with a wave of his hand.
"But my dinners at Danny Reeves' place must cost a lot," protested Uncle John.
"Surely not; Patsy has managed all that for a trifle, and the pleasure of your company more than repays us for the bit of expense." On Saturday night there was a pint of red wine for the two men, and then the weekly cigars were brought--very inexpensive ones, to be sure.

The first whiff he took made Uncle John cough; but the Major smoked so gracefully and with such evident pleasure that his brother-in-law clung manfully to the cigar, and succeeded in consuming it to the end.
"Tomorrow is the day of rest," announced Patsy, "so we'll all go for a nice walk in the parks after breakfast." "And we sleep 'till eight o'clock, don't we, Patsy ?" asked the Major.
"Of course." "And the eggs for breakfast ?" "I've bought them already, three for a nickle.

You don't care for more than one, do you, Uncle John ?" "No, my dear." "It's our Sunday morning extra--an egg apiece.