"Suppose it's worth $500 when I get to be twenty-one, that won't make me wealthy, even with the $100 and the interest on top of it."
"No, but it'll start you on the road to wealth."
"Maybe it will, and maybe it won't," laughed Dick. "You may become wealthy long before I get within hailing distance of big money."
"Nonsense! I haven't got a cent."
"I know. You girls never have a cent left out of your princely wages, for you spend it all on glad rags in the hope of capturing a husband who will consider it an honor to pay all your bills, furnish you with a fine house, an auto to ride about in, and other et ceteras too numerous to mention."
"Aren't you the horrid boy to say such a thing!"
"Isn't it the truth?"
"Indeed, it isn't. I never expect to get married."
"You don't? Oh, come now, don't get off such whoppers or the bogie man will get you when you aren't looking."
"One must have a beau first, and you know I haven't acquired such a luxury yet."