She can describe it just as though she saw it, and she can
make you see it, too, almost. Now, you see, Maria and Zerkow have known
each other pretty well. Maria goes to him every two weeks or so to sell
him junk; they got acquainted that way, and I know Maria's been dropping
in to see him pretty often this last year, and sometimes he comes here
to see her. He's made Maria tell him the story of that plate over and
over and over again, and Maria does it and is glad to, because he's the
only one that believes it. Now he's going to marry her just so's he can
hear that story every day, every hour. He's pretty near as crazy on the
subject as Maria is. They're a pair for you, aren't they? Both crazy
over a lot of gold dishes that never existed. Perhaps Maria'll marry him
because it's her only chance to get a husband, but I'm sure it's more
for the reason that she's got some one to talk to now who believes her
story. Don't you think I'm right?"
"Yes, yes, I guess you're right," admitted Miss Baker.
"But it's a queer match anyway you put it," said Trina, musingly.
"Ah, you may well say that," returned the other, nodding her head. There
was a silence. For a long moment the dentist's wife and the retired
dressmaker, the one at the window, the other on the sidewalk, remained
lost in thought, wondering over the strangeness of the affair.
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