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possession of money has never been a crying need with me. But I hadn't
many wants when I was playing a lone hand, and I generally let the
future take care of itself. It was always easy to dig up money enough
to buy books and grub or anything I wanted. Now that I've assumed a
certain responsibility, it has begun to dawn on me that we'd enjoy life
better if we were assured of a competence. We can live on the country
here indefinitely. But we won't stay here always. I'm pretty much
contented just now. So are you. But I know from past experience that
the outside will grow more alluring as time passes. You'll get
lonesome for civilization. It's the most natural thing in the world.
And when we go out to mix with our fellow humans we want to meet them
on terms of worldly equality. Which is, to say with good clothes on,
and a fat bank roll in our pocket. The best is none too good for us,
lady. And the best costs money. Anyway, I'll plead guilty to
changing, or, rather, modifying my point of view--getting married has
opened up new vistas of pleasure for us that call for dollars. And
last, but not least, old girl, while I love to loaf, I can only loaf
about so long in contentment.
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