"You don't realize how much it costs to live in New York, aunt. Of course, if I lived here, I could live on half the sum, but I have to pay high prices for everything in New York."
"You don't need to spend such a sight on dress," said Deborah, disapprovingly.
"I beg your pardon, Aunt Deborah; that's where you are mistaken. The store-keepers in New York expect you to dress tip-top and look genteel, so as to do credit to them. If it hadn't been for that, I shouldn't have spent half so much for dress. Then, board's very expensive."
"You can get boarded here for two dollars and a half a week," said
Aunt Deborah.
"Two dollars and a half! Why, I never paid less than eight dollars a week in the city, and you can only get poor board for that."
"The boarding-houses must make a great deal of money," said Deborah.
"If I was younger, I'd maybe go to New York, and keep one myself."
"You're rich, aunt. You don't need to do that."
"Who told you I was rich?" said the old lady, quickly.
"Why, you've only got yourself to take care of, and you own this farm, don't you?"
"Yes, but farmin' don't pay much."