Why can't she be a little more economical?
I manage all right.

No, no, I can't possibly afford to send her fifty." "Oh, pshaw! What WILL you do, then ?" grumbled her husband.
"I'll send her twenty-five this month, and tell her I'll send the rest as soon as I can afford it." "Trina, you're a regular little miser," said McTeague.
"I don't care," answered Trina, beginning to laugh.

"I guess I am, but I can't help it, and it's a good fault." Trina put off sending this money for a couple of weeks, and her mother made no mention of it in her next letter.

"Oh, I guess if she wants it so bad," said Trina, "she'll speak about it again." So she again postponed the sending of it.

Day by day she put it off.