"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. I wanted to get a nice head of cabbage
and some lentils for a soup, and if you don't go to market early, the
restaurants get all the best."
"And you've been to market already, Miss Baker?"
"Oh, my, yes; and I got a fish--a sole--see." She drew the sole in
question from her basket.
"Oh, the lovely sole!" exclaimed Trina.
"I got this one at Spadella's; he always has good fish on Friday. How is
the doctor, Mrs. McTeague?"
"Ah, Mac is always well, thank you, Miss Baker."
"You know, Mrs. Ryer told me," cried the little dressmaker, moving
forward a step out of the way of a "glass-put-in" man, "that Doctor
McTeague pulled a tooth of that Catholic priest, Father--oh, I forget
his name--anyhow, he pulled his tooth with his fingers. Was that true,
Mrs. McTeague?"
"Oh, of course. Mac does that almost all the time now, 'specially with
front teeth. He's got a regular reputation for it. 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.
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