"No matter about the butter. It costs too much."
"I want butter myself. My constitution requires it," said Tony. "You needn't eat it if you don't want to."
Ben groaned again, but he produced the money required, and Tony soon returned from the grocery store with small supplies of the articles he had named.
"Now we'll have some breakfast," said Tony, cheerfully. "Don't you feel hungry?"
"A—a little," acknowledged Ben, reluctantly. "I wish I wasn't. It costs so much to live."
"I don't think it costs you much," said Tony. "This morning I'm going to give you a boiled egg besides your tea and toast."
"Where did you get it?"
"I bought it at the store."
"I can't afford it," groaned the old man.
"You may as well eat it as it's here. I bought two, one for myself."