He says it's brought him more patients than even the sign I gave him," she added, pointing to the big golden molar projecting from the office window.
"With his fingers! Now, think of that," exclaimed Miss Baker, wagging her head.

"Isn't he that strong! It's just wonderful.

Cleaning house to-day ?" she inquired, glancing at Trina's towelled head.
"Um hum," answered Trina.

"Maria Macapa's coming in to help pretty soon." At the mention of Maria's name the little old dressmaker suddenly uttered an exclamation.
"Well, if I'm not here talking to you and forgetting something I was just dying to tell you.

Mrs.McTeague, what ever in the world do you suppose?
Maria and old Zerkow, that red-headed Polish Jew, the rag-bottles-sacks man, you know, they're going to be married." "No!" cried Trina, in blank amazement.