Audiobook Dictation: “It's not worth much, but I…”

It's not worth much, but I love it. I've managed to save something every year, and that with helping my three sisters now and then, and tiding poor Cousin Mike over bad seasons. He's that gifted, you know, but he will drink and loses more good engagements than other fellows ever get. And I've traveled a bit, too." Marie opened the door and smilingly announced that dinner was served. "My dining-room," Hilda explained, as she led the way, "is the tiniest place you have ever seen." It was a tiny room, hung all round with French prints, above which ran a shelf full of china. Hilda saw Alexander look up at it. "It's not particularly rare," she said, "but some of it was my mother's. Heaven knows how she managed to keep it whole, through all our wanderings, or in what baskets and bundles and theatre trunks it hasn't been stowed away.