"Well then you see you're a hundred and ninety-eight pounds to the good. You have the house and the furniture; and, if you can get the lodgers, you're safe for life."
"If I can get lodgers, 'oly Father? Why I'm filled up, and turning them away."
"Good! Well, put that in the bank for the winter."
"But then I shall have oceans of money I've made in the summer, 'oly Father."
"Look here, Mrs. Dixon. Do you remember cooking two dinners one Christmas Day? One, we ate. The other, you carried under your apron to some carpenter who was out of work. Don't you remember who caught you pretending that you weren't spilling the gravy on your frock?"
"Oh, Mr. Rose, Sir, how You do recollect things!"
"Well now, you stinted yourself then, didn't you?"
"Well perhaps a little."
"Now don't stint yourself any more; and give away as many dinners as you like. See?"