"Fifty cents a week and your board."
"I get my board now."
"You don't earn it."
"I don't see why I need to," said Joshua. "Aint you a rich man?"
"No, I'm not," said his father; "and if I were I am not going to waste my hard-earned money on supporting you extravagantly."
"There's no danger of that," sneered Joshua, "We live meaner than any family in town."
"You needn't find fault with your victuals, as long as you get them free," retorted his father.
"If you'll give me two dollars a week, I'll come into the store."
"Two dollars!" exclaimed Mr. Drummond. "Are you crazy?"