She did not save this money for any ulterior purpose, she hoarded instinctively, without knowing why, responding to the dentist's remonstrances with: "Yes, yes, I know I'm a little miser, I know it." Trina had always been an economical little body, but it was only since her great winning in the lottery that she had become especially penurious.

No doubt, in her fear lest their great good luck should demoralize them and lead to habits of extravagance, she had recoiled too far in the other direction.

Never, never, never should a penny of that miraculous fortune be spent; rather should it be added to.

It was a nest egg, a monstrous, roc-like nest egg, not so large, however, but that it could be made larger.

Already by the end of that winter Trina had begun to make up the deficit of two hundred dollars that she had been forced to expend on the preparations for her marriage.
McTeague, on his part, never asked himself now-a-days whether he loved Trina the wife as much as he had loved Trina the young girl.