"Well, then, I 'spects I'se about ninety," said Aunt Matilda.

"But you can't be ninety!" said Kate. "The Bible says that seventy years
is the common length of a person's life."

"Them was Jews," said Aunt Matilda. "It didn't mean no cull'd people.
Cull'd people live longer than that. But p'raps a cull'd Jew wouldn't
live very long."

"Well," said Harry, "it makes no difference how old you are. We're going
to take care of you for the rest of your life."

Kate was again busy with her paper.

"In five years, Harry," she said, "It will be two hundred and two
dollars and fifteen cents."

"Lor'!" cried Aunt Matilda, "you chil'en will nebber git dat."

"But we don't have to get it all at once, Aunt Matilda," said Harry,
laughing; "and you needn't be afraid that we can't do it. Come, Kate,
it's time for us to be off."

And then the conference broke up. The question of Aunt Matilda's future
support was settled. They had forgotten clothes, to be sure; but it is
very difficult to remember everything.