While so many are poor around us, it seems almost like an insult to them to live in such a place, and flaunt our wealth in their faces.

Mr.Belcher is very generous toward his family, and I have no wish to complain, but I would exchange it all for my little room in Sevenoaks." Mr.Belcher, who had been silent and had watched with curious and somewhat anxious eyes the introductory passage of this new acquaintance, was rasped by Mrs.Belcher's remark into saying: "That's Mrs.Belcher, all over! that's the woman, through and through! As if a man hadn't a right to do what he chooses with his money! If men are poor, why don't they get rich?
They have the same chance I had; and there isn't one of 'em but would be glad to change places with me, and flaunt his wealth in my face.

There's a precious lot of humbug about the poor which won't wash with me.

We're all alike." Mrs.Dillingham shook her lovely head.
"You men are so hard," she said; "and Mrs.Belcher has the right feeling; but I'm sure she takes great comfort in helping the poor.

What would you do, my dear, if you had no money to help the poor with ?" "That's just what I've asked her a hundred times," said Mr.Belcher.
"What would she do?
That's something she never thinks of." Mrs.Belcher shook her head, in return, but made no reply.