Poverty is a bad thing, my dear.

You are a pretty girl, and ought to marry a man with a handsome fortune.

Poor men have no pleasure in this world--they might just as well be dead.

I am poor, as you see.

You can tell by this threadbare coat'-- he looked down at the sleeve from which the nap was worn in places--'I am as poor as a church mouse.' 'But you have kind friends, I dare say,' Mary said, soothingly.