"It was the only way she could
leave you any of--"
"Your father's money," I nodded. "Not until after her death did I
understand why she used to take all of your father's gifts in
jewelry. I know now."
"It was a good investment. I wish she'd bought twice as much. She
had so little else to leave you," Kitty was looking at me
speculatively. "How on earth are you going to live on a thousand
dollars a year? Our servants cost us twice that. Billy says it's
awful, but--"
"It is if you can't afford it. You can. I believe all people ought
to spend every dollar they can afford, and not a cent they can't.
That's what I do. Aunt Matilda thought I was impractical, but I'm
fearfully prudent. I live within my income and I've deposited with a
trust company, so I can't spend it, a sum of money quite large enough
to care for me through a spell of illness in the greediest of
hospitals, if I should be ill. And if I should die I'm prepared for
all expenses. It's a mistake to think I don't look ahead. I thought
once of having a stone put up in the cemetery so as to be sure I had
not forgotten anything, but I guess that can wait.
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