"I wouldn't look at a man over thirty-five, or with less than two hundred and fifty a year." "You'll never marry a teacher, then," Hannah remarked.
"Teacher!" Miriam Hyams repeated, with a look of disgust.

"How can one be respectable on three pounds a week?
I must have a man in a good position." She tossed her piquant nose and looked almost handsome.

She was five years older than Hannah, and it seemed an enigma why men did not rush to lay five pounds a week at her daintily shod feet.
"I'd rather marry a man with two pounds a week if I loved him," said Hannah in a low tone.
"Not in this century," said Miriam, shaking her head incredulously.

"We don't believe in that nonsense now-a-days.

There was Alice Green,--she used to talk like that,--now look at her, riding about in a gig side by side with a bald monkey." "Alice Green's mother," interrupted Malka, pricking up her ears, "married a son of Mendel Weinstein by his third wife, Dinah, who had ten pounds left her by her uncle Shloumi." "No, Dinah was Mendel's second wife," corrected Mrs.Jacobs, cutting short a remark of Mrs.Phillips's in favor of the new interest.
"Dinah was Mendel's third wife," repeated Malka, her tanned cheeks reddening.