"Precious little surplus you'll have for the next few years, with Jack and Jane getting married, and—"
"But, Polly, you can't charge weddings to the farm, any more than we can yachts and diamonds."
"I don't see why. A wedding is a very important part of one's life, and I think the farm ought to be made to pay for it."
"I quite agree with you; but we must add $3165 to the old farm debt, and take up our increased burden with such courage as we may. In round figures it is $106,000. Does that frighten you, Polly?"
"A little, perhaps; but I guess we can manage it. You would have been frightened three years ago if some one had told you that you would put $106,000 into a farm of less than five hundred acres."
"You're right. Spending money on a farm is like other forms of vice,—hated, then tolerated, then embraced. But seriously, a man would get a bargain if he secured this property to-day for what it has cost us. I wouldn't take a bonus of $50,000 and give it up."
"You'll hardly find a purchaser at that price, and I'm glad you can't, for I want to live here and nowhere else."