Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like...

Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him in a delighted kiss.
'It's impossible to be both together,' said John grimly. 'People have found that out. And I should choose to be free as preferable of the two...