Now mother I hope supper is most ready for selling neckties has made me hungry. Almost ready Paul. It was a humble meal but a good one. There were fresh rolls and butter tea and some cold meat. That was all; but the cloth was clean and everything looked neat. All did justice to the plain meal and never thought of envying the thousands who in their rich uptown mansions were sitting down at the same hour to elaborate dinners costing more than their entire weeks board. -from Chapter VIII: A Stroke