'We are rich people, Dolly.

Read for yourself;' and he passed her the letter, which she seemed to understand better than he had done.
'Why, yes,' she said.

'We are going to Tracy Park to live; but that doesn't make us rich.

It is not ours.' 'I know that,' her husband replied.

'But we shall enjoy it all the same, and hold our heads with the best of them.