"Try your luck.

The butcher on the next block won twenty dollars the last drawing." Very uneasy, Trina bought a ticket for the sake of being rid of her.
Maria disappeared.
"Ain't she a queer bird ?" muttered Marcus.

He was much embarrassed and disturbed because he had not bought the ticket for Trina.
But there was a sudden movement.

McTeague had just finished with Miss Baker.
"You should notice," the dressmaker said to the dentist, in a low voice, "he always leaves the door a little ajar in the afternoon." When she had gone out, Marcus Schouler brought Trina forward.
"Say, Mac, this is my cousin, Trina Sieppe." The two shook hands dumbly, McTeague slowly nodding his huge head with its great shock of yellow hair.

Trina was very small and prettily made.