It isn't much of a place, you see, as far as appearances go.

Fortunately, I have a little furniture of my own which Mrs.Fowler had given me." His embarrassment had passed away, and he was smiling now at the recollection of it.
"Well, you're a brick, little girl," he said, "and I like your spirit, but, after all, why can't you put your pride in your pocket, and let me lend you a few thousands?
You needn't borrow much--not enough to keep a carriage--but you might at least take a little just to show you aren't proud--just to show you'll be friends.

It seems a downright shame that I should have money to throw away, and you should be starting out to pinch and scrape on fifteen dollars a week.

Fifteen dollars a week! Good Lord, what are we coming to ?" She was not proud, and she wanted to be friends, but she shook her head obstinately, though she was still smiling.

"Not now--not while I can help it--but if I ever get in trouble--in real trouble--I'll remember your offer.