Brewster. Herman had been telling Lizzie stories of his childhood adventures on Brewster’s farm all night and morning. As they walked, she pulled Herman aside, out of earshot of his mother, and reminded him that they had only three thousand dollars, and that Robert had said the farm might be worth two thousand. She further reminded him that it would be better if they spent something like one thousand or fifteen hundred on a house, so they would have a little extra money to live on, at least until his next book was published, and that the last house they had seen in town, a very modest home behind the dry goods store that needed only a few minor repairs, cost exactly fifteen hundred and might be better suited to their needs. “Let us keep our budget in the forefront of our minds and not be carried away by grand notions or nostalgia,” Lizzie said. “Of course, of course,” said Herman. “There is no urgency to our move,”
