Jill : Why, no, Aunt Jane. What on earth made you think that?
Aunt Jane : (relieved) Well, that's all right. But I still don't altogether understand. This
house-it's very lovely-but doesn't it cost a great deal for rent?
Jack : Rent? Oh, no, we don't pay rent.
Aunt Jane : But, Jack, if you don't pay rent, you'll get turned out-into the street. And that
would never do. You've Jill and the baby to think of now, you know.
Jack : No, no, Aunt Jane. You misunderstood me. We don't pay rent because the
house is ours.
Aunt Jane : YOURS?
Jill : Why, yes; you just pay ten pounds and it's yours.
Jack : You see, Aunt Jane, we realized how uneconomic it is to go on paying rent
year after year, when you can buy and enjoy a home of your own for ten
pounds-and a few quarterly payments, of course. Why be Mr. Tenant when
you can be Mr. Owner?
Aunt Jane : I see. Yes, there's something in that. Even so, you must be getting on very well
to keep up a place like this.
Jill : Oh, he is, Aunt Jane. Why, only last year he had a five shilling rise-didn't you,
Jack?
Jack : (modestly) Of course that was nothing, really. I'm expecting ten this Christmas.
Aunt Jane : (suddenly) Jack! I've just thought of something. That car-is it yours?
Jill : Of course it's ours.
Aunt Jane : All yours?
Jack : Well, no, not exactly all.
Aunt Jane : How much of it?
Jill : Oh, I should say the steering wheel-and one of the tyres -- and about two of
the cylinders. But don't you see, that's the wonderful thing about it.
Aunt Jane : I don't see anything wonderful about it