"Come, Mary, did you too think, like Bert here, that I was headed for the poorhouse?"
"I felt a little anxious for you, Uncle Jacob, I admit."
"You see that your fears were idle."
"Will you have to work very hard?" asked Mrs. Barton.
"No; my employer is an intimate friend."
"When do you commence work?"
"Next Monday, so that I must leave you on Saturday."
"Bert and I will both miss you; but as it is for your good, we won't complain. Now, Uncle Jacob, I hope you won't take it amiss if I urge you not to be too free with your money, but to try to save up some of your salary so that you can add to your little fund."
"Thank you, Mary. I suppose you are afraid I will be driving fast horses in Central Park, eh?"
"I am more afraid you will be too generous with your money, and give away more than you can afford."