Aunt Maria had the notable distinction of living on one hundred dollars a year.
She had her rent free, but upon that she did not enlarge.

Her married brother owned a small house, of the story-and-a-half type prevalent in New England villages, and Maria had the north side.

She lived, aside from that, upon one hundred dollars a year.

She was openly proud of it; her poverty became, in a sense, her riches.

"Well, all I have is just one hundred a year," she was fond of saying, "and I don't complain.