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over to the market and get some kind of meat for breakfast. Get a steak, or chops, or something.

“Why, Mac, that’s a whole dollar, and he only gave you five for your sign. We can’t afford it. Sure, Mac. Let me put that money away against a rainy day. You’re just as well off without meat for breakfast.”

“You do as I tell you. Get some steak, or chops, or something.”

“Please, Mac, dear.”

“Go on, now. I’ll bite your fingers again pretty soon.”

“But⁠—”

The dentist took a step towards her, snatching at her hand.

“All right, I’ll go,” cried Trina, wincing and shrinking. “I’ll go.”

She did not get the chops at the big market, however. Instead, she hurried to a cheaper butcher shop on a side street two blocks away, and bought fifteen cents’ worth of chops from a side of mutton some two or three days old. She was gone some little time.

“Give me the change,” exclaimed the dentist as soon as she returned. Trina handed him a quarter; and when McTeague was about to protest, broke in upon him with a rapid stream of talk that confused him upon the instant. But for that matter, it was never difficult for Trina to deceive the dentist. He never went to the bottom of things. He would have believed her if she had told him the chops had cost a dollar.

“There’s sixty cents saved, anyhow,” thought Trina, as she clutched the money in her pocket to keep it from rattling.

Trina cooked the chops, and they breakfasted in silence. “Now,” said McTeague as he rose, wiping the coffee from his thick mustache with the hollow of his palm, “now I’m going fishing, rain or no rain. I’m going to be gone all day.”

He stood for a moment at the door, his fish-line in his hand, swinging the heavy sinker back and forth. He looked at Trina as she cleared away the breakfast things.

“So long,” said he, nodding his huge square-cut head. This amiability in the matter of leave taking was unusual. Trina put the dishes down and came up to him, her little chin, once so adorable, in the air:

“Kiss me goodbye, Mac,” she said, putting her arms around his neck. “You do love me a little yet, don’t you, Mac? We’ll be happy again some day. This is hard times now, but we’ll pull out. You’ll find something to do pretty soon.”

“I guess so,” growled McTeague, allowing her to kiss him.

The canary was stirring nimbly in its cage, and just now broke out into a shrill trilling, its little throat bulging and quivering. The dentist stared at it. “Say,” he remarked slowly, “I think I’ll take that bird of mine along.”

“Sell it?” inquired Trina.

“Yes, yes, sell it.”

“Well, you are coming to your senses at last,” answered Trina, approvingly. “But don’t you let the bird-store man cheat you. That’s a good songster; and with the cage, you ought to make him give you five dollars. You stick out for that at first, anyhow.”

McTeague unhooked the cage and carefully wrapped it in an old newspaper, remarking, “He might get cold. Well, so long,” he repeated, “so long.”

“Goodbye, Mac.”

When he was gone, Trina took the sixty cents she had stolen from him out of her pocket and recounted it. “It’s sixty cents, all right,” she said proudly. “But I do believe that dime is too smooth.” She looked at it critically. The clock on the powerhouse of the Sutter Street cable struck eight. “Eight o’clock already,” she exclaimed. “I must get to work.” She cleared the breakfast things from the table, and drawing up her chair and her workbox began painting the sets of Noah’s ark animals she had whittled the day before. She worked steadily all the morning. At noon she lunched, warming over the coffee left from breakfast, and frying a couple of sausages. By one she was bending over her table again. Her fingers⁠—some of them lacerated by McTeague’s teeth⁠—flew, and the little pile of cheap toys in the basket at her elbow grew steadily.

“Where do all the toys go to?” she murmured. “The thousands and thousands of these Noah’s arks that I have made⁠—horses and chickens and elephants⁠—and always there never seems to be enough. It’s a good thing for me that children break their things, and that they all have to have birthdays and Christmases.” She dipped her brush into a pot of Vandyke brown and painted one of the whittled toy horses in two strokes. Then a touch of ivory black with a small flat brush created the tail and mane, and dots of Chinese white made the eyes. The turpentine in the paint dried it almost immediately, and she tossed the completed little horse into the basket.

At six o’clock the dentist had not returned. Trina waited until seven, and then put her work away, and ate her supper alone.

“I wonder what’s keeping Mac,” she exclaimed as the clock from the powerhouse on Sutter Street struck half-past seven. “I know he’s drinking somewhere,” she cried, apprehensively. “He had the money from his sign with him.”

At eight o’clock she threw a shawl over her head and went over to the harness shop. If anybody would know where McTeague was it would be Heise. But the harness-maker had seen nothing of him since the day before.

“He was in here yesterday afternoon, and we had a drink or two at Frenna’s. Maybe he’s been in there today.”

“Oh, won’t you go in and see?” said Trina. “Mac always came home to his supper⁠—he never likes to miss his meals⁠—and I’m getting frightened about him.”

Heise went into the barroom next door, and returned with no definite news. Frenna had not seen the dentist since he had come in with the harness-maker the previous afternoon. Trina even humbled herself to ask of the Ryers⁠—with whom they had quarrelled⁠—if they knew anything of the dentist’s whereabouts, but received a contemptuous negative.

“Maybe he’s come in while I’ve been out,” said Trina to herself. She went down Polk Street again,

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