Nothing that is not paid for before their eyes seems good enough for them.

Well, dear, the bakers will revenge us.

But is there any other item we could reduce?
Dress ?" "Dress! Why, I spend nothing." "Forty-five pounds this year." "Well, I shall want none next year." "Well, then, Rosa, as there is nothing we can reduce, I must write more, and take more fees, or we shall be in the wrong box.

Only eight hundred and sixty pounds left of our little capital; and, mind, we have not another shilling in the world.

One comfort, there is no debt.