By the way, the land did n't burn up, I suppose, and that must be good for something, is n't it ?" "Rather," answered Edgar; "a corner lot on the best street in town, four blocks from the new hotel site! It's worth eighteen hundred or two thousand dollars, at least." "Then why do you worry about me, good people?
I 'm not a heroine.

If I were sitting on the curbstone without a roof to my head, and did n't know where I should get my dinner, I should cry! But I smell my dinner" (here she sniffed pleasurably), "and I think it 's chicken! You see, it's so difficult for me to realize that I 'm a pauper, living here, a pampered darling in the halls of wealth, with such a large income rolling up daily that I shall be a prey to fortune-hunters by the time I am twenty! Pshaw! don't worry about me! This is just the sort of diet I have been accustomed to from my infancy! I rather enjoy it!" Whereupon Edgar recited an impromptu nonsense verse:-- "There 's a queer little maiden named Polly, Who always knows when to be jolly.
When ruined by fire Her spirits rise higher.
This most inconsistent Miss Polly.".