Sometimes, even, they saw each other and waved their hands gayly in recognition.
By eleven o'clock Trina returned to the flat, her brown net reticule--once her mother's--full of parcels.

At once she set about getting lunch--sausages, perhaps, with mashed potatoes; or last evening's joint warmed over or made into a stew; chocolate, which Trina adored, and a side dish or two--a salted herring or a couple of artichokes or a salad.

At half-past twelve the dentist came in from the "Parlors," bringing with him the smell of creosote and of ether.

They sat down to lunch in the sitting-room.

They told each other of their doings throughout the forenoon; Trina showed her purchases, McTeague recounted the progress of an operation.