They cost money and time, no matter how careful one was.
This was another interesting revelation to the young girl.

He not only did not seem to care for the profit his devotion brought him, but even his one beloved ideal might be displaced by another.

So like a man, after all! Her reflections were broken upon by the sound of voices.

The young man carefully replaced the model in its closet with a parting glance as if he was closing a shrine, and said, "There comes the wagon." The young girl turned to face the men who were dragging it from the road, with the half-complacent air of having been victorious over their late rude abandonment, but they did not seem to notice it or to be surprised at her companion, who quickly stepped forward and examined the broken vehicle with workmanlike deliberation.
"I hope you will be able to do something with it," she said sweetly, appealing directly to him.

"I should thank you SO MUCH." He did not reply.