Money isn't everything." "Oh, but Jean," sighed the Mother Bird, "it means so much in life.

It's foolish to blind ourselves to all that it will do for us.

I never try to deceive myself one bit, and I shall always miss the little luxuries and greater comforts of life that we had back at the Cove, before your father's health broke down, especially now that you girls are growing up so soon into womanhood.

It isn't for myself I want it, but for you." Jean laughed as she slipped her arms closer around her mother's neck.
"But you mustn't apprentice Kit to the Sign of the Dollar, just for the forlorn hope that Uncle Cassius and Aunt Daphne may send her home with a shower of gold.

It seems to me if they were really and truly the right kind of family people, and cared for you and father, that they couldn't rest until they had handed over a splendid, generous slice of their money right now when it would do the most good." "Oh, Jean, people never do that.