But she beats Mrs.Toodles for going to auctions.

She's filled my house with the wildest mess of bric-a-brac and such stuff you ever came across outside of a museum of natural curiosities.

She's spent more money for wrecks that wouldn't be allowed in the cellar of a poor-house than'd keep a family in comfort for years.
"You know Scudmore, who sold out the other day?
She was there, bidding away like a millionaire.

Came home with a wagon-load of things--four albata tea-pots without lids or handles; two posts of a bedstead and three slats; a couple of churns and fourteen second-hand sun-bonnets, and more mournful refuse like that.

Said she didn't intend to buy, but she bid on them to run them up to help Mrs.Scudmore, and the auctioneer knocked them down quicker'n a wink.