Decent, unpretentious folks, somewhat new, but with loads of money.
To have married a girl who cared only for his money; that would have been dire enough.
Some one said the other day, "Ennui is a disease that comes from living on other people's money."
Well, I'm buying and she's selling, and we'll have that money back.
I would have spoken about it at first, but then I had no money, and didn't know when I should have any.
Will you take care of some money for me until I get a chance to deposit it in the savings bank?
"I am sure some of the old man's money is here," he said to himself.
"It makes no difference to you where I got it," said our hero, returning the money to his pocket.
He ain't been run over—he's gone broke-lost all our money; every last cent.
I tell you he's alive and well, only he's lost your money and Pish's and mine and his own.