Trans., "do you have any idea how much it costs to get a good cleaning lady in Wolfeboro?" I suspect their are two possible inferences from Mrs. R's immortal moment of candor:
- She's the kind of person who cannot bear having only $250 mill when there is someone down the street who has $250 mill plus a penny. There are any number of different reasons for wanting money, but this one always struck me as about the most pathetic.
- She's as clueless as a cast iron lawn dog.