"Well, it did, Florence," replied Mrs. Aylmer; "I shall not be able to have any meat for a whole month after you leave, dear.  That was the way I managed, just docking the butcher's bill and the greengrocer's bill.  I must have butter to my bread and milk in my tea, but the greengrocer and the butcher will pay your third-class return fare to the school.  There now, Flo, don't worry.  Come upstairs to our room; you will share my bed, dear; I could not afford to have an extra room; you will share my bed."