“I dare say I was. Well, how are you and Brackett getting along?”
“We ain’t getting rich,” said Mrs. Brackett, with a critical glance at her brother, as if to determine whether he was likely to want assistance.
He seemed very well dressed, and she hoped his circumstances were good, for, though she was attached to him, she was, on the whole, more attached to her money.
“You seem to be pretty prosperous,” said George.
“Oh, yes! We have enough to eat, and drink and wear, but we can’t save any money.”
Mrs. Brackett conveniently forgot the five hundred dollars which she had in the savings bank.
“Is the old man Dodge still living?”
“He’s living, and likely to live,” said his sister, in a dissatisfied tone.
“Must be most a hundred, isn’t he?”
“He’s seventy-five, and can eat as much as a young man.”