“I don’t know. Don’t listen to him. Don’t think about the money.”
“I must sometimes. It’s lovely to think about being rich, after you’ve been so poor. Why, sometimes we’ve had to go for days—we women—with a kippered herring or a bloater and a piece of bread for dinner. And as for clothes and gloves and nice things——”
“But now you have an income, and you have your work. Those days are gone. Don’t dream of sudden wealth.”
She got up.
“I won’t think about it. It’s wicked to dream about being rich.”
“What would you do with money if you had it?”
“First of all, it would be so nice not to think about the rent and not to worry, when illness came into the house, how the Doctor was to be paid. And next, Sam would be always in a good temper.”
“No,” said Leonard decidedly; “Sam would not always be in a good temper.”
“Then I should take granny away, and leave mother and Sam.”
“You would have to give up your work, you know—the school and the children and everything.”