Fifty dollars! That's two months of our interest." "Well," said McTeague, easily, his mouth full of mashed potato, "you got a lot saved up." Upon every reference to that little hoard in the brass match-safe and chamois-skin bag at the bottom of her trunk, Trina bridled on the instant.
"Don't TALK that way, Mac.

'A lot of money.' What do you call a lot of money?
I don't believe I've got fifty dollars saved." "Hoh!" exclaimed McTeague.

"Hoh! I guess you got nearer a hundred AN' fifty.

That's what I guess YOU got." "I've NOT, I've NOT," declared Trina, "and you know I've not.

I wish mamma hadn't asked me for any money.