"Likely enough he had. Else I don't see where he got all that money to do things."
"But, missy, he was our relative. He was a Kaye."
"There might be good Kayes and bad Kayes, mightn't there?"
"Amy, you're too honest for comfort. You may think a spade's a spade, but you needn't always mention it."
"Go on with the story. In a few minutes Cleena will call us to our 'frugal repast,' like the poor children in stories, and I want to hear all about this 'ruined castle' I've come to live in, I mean 'dwell,' for story-book girls—'maidens'—never do anything so commonplace as just 'live.' Hally, boy, there's a lot of humbug in this world."
"How did you find that out, Miss Experience?"
"I didn't trouble to find it, I just read it. I thought it sounded sort of nice and old, so I said it."
"Humph! Well, do you want to hear, or will you keep interrupting?"
"I do want to hear, and I probably shall interrupt. I am not blind to my own besetting sins."