Only the rich can afford to eat in taverns.

Our dinner has cost us just three cents, an' I wouldn't wonder if I was worth about as much as you are." My uncle made no reply and we passed on to a store nearly opposite the well, where I became deeply interested in a man who had tapped me in the stomach with his forefinger while he made a sound like the squealing of a rat.

Then he said to Uncle Peabody: "Look at that man out there by the well! He's the richest man in this section o' country.

He owns half o' this village.

I wouldn't wonder if he was worth fifty thousand dollars at least.