"I dunno. I never had even as much as a pound..." he said. He took a piece of bread, and used the knife by his plate, rather than the butter knife, to spread butter on it. He really hadn't ever thought this far ahead, so he wasn't sure how to answer the man. "I suppose I'd open an account at the post office, so no one could steal it..."

On second thought, he wasn't sure if his parents wouldn't still find a way to access it. With that thought in mind, he stuffed the bread into his mouth. He was used to taking what he could take, before someone could take it away from him.