They exchanged phrases, calling to each other from window to curb, their breath coming from their lips in faint puffs of vapor, their voices shrill, and raised to dominate the clamor of the waking street.

The newsboys had made their appearance on the street, together with the day laborers.

The cable cars had begun to fill up; all along the street could be seen the shopkeepers taking down their shutters; some were still breakfasting.

Now and then a waiter from one of the cheap restaurants crossed from one sidewalk to another, balancing on one palm a tray covered with a napkin.
"Aren't you out pretty early this morning, Miss Baker ?" called Trina.
"No, no," answered the other.

"I'm always up at half-past six, but I don't always get out so soon.