You positively look frightened.

Well, three fifty will do for the present.

That oughtn't to stump anyone, ought it ?" "I suppose not," answered Kate, in a bewildered way.
She put her hand to her forehead, bade her brother good-night, and sought her room.
"Three hundred and fifty pounds!" she murmured.

"And mother won't buy herrings more than eightpence a dozen! And we scarcely eat any meat, and lately we have begun even to save the bread.

Three hundred and fifty pounds! Well, I won't tell Mabel.