She's your own aunt, and of course she'll have to leave it to you, if she does act so miserly with it now.
There, I know she's your aunt, Lois, and I don't suppose I ought to speak so, but I can't help it.

After all, it don't make much difference, or it needn't, whether you have it or not.

I've begun to think money is the very least part of anything in this world, and I want you to be looking out for something else, too, Lois." "I can't look out for money, or something else, either.

You don't know," said Lois, in a pitiful voice.
There came a flash, and then a great crash of thunder.

The tempest was about to break.
Flora started up abruptly.