At this point Socrates
noticed that she was sumptuously dressed, and that her mother at her side was wearing fine clothes and jewellery; and she had many pretty maids, who also were well cared for, and her house was lavishly furnished.
“Tell me, Theodote/,” he said, “have you a farm?”
“Not I,” she answered.
“Or a house, perhaps, that brings in money?”
“No, nor a house.”
“Some craftsmen, possibly?”
“Then where do you get your supplies from?”
“I live on the generosity of any friend I pick up.”