market-day.

"Listen to your money!" said Rickie. "I wish I could hear mine. I
wish my money was alive."

"I don't understand."

"Mine's dead money. It's come to me through about six dead
people--silently."

"Getting a little smaller and a little more respectable each
time, on account of the death-duties."

"It needed to get respectable."

"Why? Did your people, too, once keep a shop?"

"Oh, not as bad as that! They only swindled. About a hundred
years ago an Elliot did something shady and founded the fortunes
of our house."

"I never knew any one so relentless to his ancestors. You make up
for your soapiness towards the living."

"You'd be relentless if you'd heard the Silts, as I have, talk
about 'a fortune, small perhaps, but unsoiled by trade!' Of
course Aunt Emily is rather different. Oh, goodness me! I've
forgotten my aunt. She lives not so far. I shall have to call on
her."