Children resent this, and are far more keen and observant of these matters than their elders think.
Little four-year-old and his mamma were spending the day at grandpapa's last week.

The family was seated on the veranda when the small man announced his intention to his mamma of going out upon the grass to pick wild flowers.

Before the mother could reply, the grandfather stated his objection: "No, child, the grass is too wet.

I am afraid you will get your feet damp." Four-year-old was equal to the occasion, as Young America generally is.
"Thank you, grandpa," was the calm response, "but my mamma is here.
She can manage me." Undoubtedly he was extremely impertinent; but did not the interference of the grandparent justify the rebuke?
Every one, even the lower classes, those who are considered under-bred, know that it is an atrocious impertinence to make inquiries of one's best friend as to the state of his finances.

But like questions in the form of "feelers" are of such frequent occurrence that a reminder of this kind is scarcely out of place.
There are few persons who deliberately ask you the amount of your income, but how often does one hear the queries: "How much did you pay for that horse of yours ?" "Was that gown very expensive ?" "Have you a mortgage on that place ?" "How much is the mortgage ?" "What rent do you pay ?" "How much does your table cost you per week ?" etc., etc., until the unfortunate being at whom this battery of inquiries is aimed feels tempted to forget _his_ "polish" and "finish," and retort as did the sobbing street boy when questioned by the elderly philanthropic woman as to the cause of his tears: "None of your blamed business." The etiquette of the table is supposed to be so thoroughly rooted and grounded into our children from infancy, and is, as a rule, so well understood by all ladies and gentlemen, that the visitor though a fool, could scarcely err therein.