“Our guardian has been counting, Caro,” he remarked.
“Yes. Yes, I counted this mornin’ when I got up. I was interested, naturally.”
“Sure! Naturally, of course,” sneered the boy. “Did you think the twenty-two hundred was the rent of the entire building?”
“Well, I didn’t know. I—”
“The rent,” interrupted Caroline, with dignity, “was twenty-four hundred, but, thanks to Mrs. Dunn, who explained to her cousin that we were friends of hers, it was reduced.”
“We being in reduced circumstances,” observed her brother in supreme disgust. “Pity the poor orphans! By gad!”
“That was real nice of Mrs. Dunn,” declared Captain Elisha, heartily. “She’s pretty well-off herself, I s’pose—hey, Caroline?”
“I presume so.”
“Yes, yes. About how much is she wuth, think?”
“I don’t know. I never inquired.”