"Next dime berhaps you will your fat'er better pelief.

Now, no more.

We will der glams ge-dig, Mommer, a fire.

Ach, himmel! we have der pfeffer forgotten." The work of clam digging began at once, the little boys taking off their shoes and stockings.

At first August refused to be comforted, and it was not until his father drove him into the water with his gold-headed cane that he consented to join the others.
What a day that was for McTeague! What a never-to-be-forgotten day! He was with Trina constantly.