But he had learned how to be economical, and out of that four dollars he went on saving money." She paused for breath, and to note how Martin was receiving it.

His face was lighted up with interest in the youthful struggles of Mr.Butler; but there was a frown upon his face as well.
"I'd say they was pretty hard lines for a young fellow," he remarked.
"Four dollars a week! How could he live on it?
You can bet he didn't have any frills.

Why, I pay five dollars a week for board now, an' there's nothin' excitin' about it, you can lay to that.

He must have lived like a dog.

The food he ate--" "He cooked for himself," she interrupted, "on a little kerosene stove." "The food he ate must have been worse than what a sailor gets on the worst-feedin' deep-water ships, than which there ain't much that can be possibly worse." "But think of him now!" she cried enthusiastically.