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"Is it a nice place--as nice as San Francisco?"
"It's hot. I practised there for a while."
"I like San Francisco," said Trina, looking across the bay to where the
city piled itself upon its hills.
"So do I," answered McTeague. "Do you like it better than living over
here?"
"Oh, sure, I wish we lived in the city. If you want to go across for
anything it takes up the whole day."
"Yes, yes, the whole day--almost."
"Do you know many people in the city? Do you know anybody named
Oelbermann? That's my uncle. He has a wholesale toy store in the
Mission. They say he's awful rich."
"No, I don' know him."
"His stepdaughter wants to be a nun. Just fancy! And Mr. Oelbermann
won't have it. He says it would be just like burying his child. Yes,
she wants to enter the convent of the Sacred Heart. Are you a Catholic,
Doctor McTeague?"
"No. No, I--"
"Papa is a Catholic. He goes to Mass on the feast days once in a while.
But mamma's Lutheran."
"The Catholics are trying to get control of the schools," observed
McTeague, suddenly remembering one of Marcus's political tirades.
"That's what cousin Mark says. We are going to send the twins to the
kindergarten next month.
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