It wouldn't be fair for young people if their parents lived to a hundred.

Now, would it ?" "I should be very glad to have my mother live to a hundred, if she could enjoy life," said Ben, disgusted with his companoin's sordid selfishness.
"Your mother hasn't got any money, and that makes a difference." Ben had a reply, but he reflected it would be of little use to argue with one who took such widely different views as Conrad.

Moreover, they were already within a block or two of the theater.
The best seats were priced at a dollar and a half, and Mrs.Hamilton had given Conrad three dollars to purchase one for Ben and one for himself.
"It seems an awful price to pay a dollar and a half for a seat," said Conrad.

"Suppose we go into the gallery, where the seats are only fifty cents ?" "I think Mrs.Hamilton meant us to take higher-priced seats." "She won't care, or know, unless we choose to tell her." "Then you don't propose to give her back the difference ?" "You don't take me for a fool, do you?
I'll tell you what I'll do.
If you don't mind a fifty-cent seat, I'll give you twenty-five cents out of this money." Ben could hardly believe Conrad was in earnest in this exhibition of meanness.
"Then," said he, "you would clear seventy-five cents on my seat and a dollar on your own ?" "You can see almost as well in the gallery," said Conrad.

"I'll give you fifty cents, if you insist upon it." "I insist upon having my share of the money spent for a seat," said Ben, contemptuously.