He wasn't very forehanded." "No, aunt; he left next to nothing." "Well, it didn't matter much, seein' as you was the only child, and big enough to take care of yourself." "Still, aunt, it would have been comfortable if he had left me a few thousand dollars." "Aint you doin' well?
You look as if you was," said Deborah, surveying critically her nephew's good clothes.
"Well, I've been earning a fair salary, but it's very expensive living in a great city like New York." "Humph! that's accordin' as you manage.

If you live snug, you can get along there cheap as well as anywhere, I reckon.

What was you doin' ?" "I was a salesman for A.T.Stewart, our leading dry-goods merchant." "What pay did you get ?" "A thousand dollars a year." "Why, that's a fine salary.

You'd ought to save up a good deal." "You don't realize how much it costs to live in New York, aunt.

Of course, if I lived here, I could live on half the sum, but I have to pay high prices for everything in New York." "You don't need to spend such a sight on dress," said Deborah, disapprovingly.
"I beg your pardon, Aunt Deborah; that's where you are mistaken.