"That's so!" said Kate, quickly. "And you're not going there, either!"

"No," said Harry: "Kate and I intend to take care of you for the rest of
your life."

"Lor', children, you can't do it!" said the old woman, looking in
astonishment from one to the other of these youngsters who proposed to
adopt her.

"Yes; but we can," said Harry. "Just you wait and see."

"It'll take a good deal o' money," said the old woman, who did not seem
to be altogether satisfied with the prospects held out before her.
"More'n you all will ever be able to git."

"How much money would be enough for you to live on, Aunt Matilda?" asked
Harry.

"Dunno. Takes a heap o' money to keep a person."

"Well, now," said Kate, "let's see exactly how much it will take. Have
you a pencil, Harry? I have a piece of paper in my pocket, I think. Yes;
here it is. Now, let's set down everything, and see what it comes to."

So saying, she sat down on a low stool with her paper on her knees, and
her pencil in her hand.

"What shall we begin with?" said she.