It was
balanced upon one side by Trina's wedding bouquet under a glass case,
preserved by some fearful unknown process, and upon the other by the
photograph of Trina and the dentist in their wedding finery. This latter
picture was quite an affair, and had been taken immediately after the
wedding, while McTeague's broadcloth was still new, and before Trina's
silks and veil had lost their stiffness. It represented Trina, her veil
thrown back, sitting very straight in a rep armchair, her elbows well
in at her sides, holding her bouquet of cut flowers directly before
her. The dentist stood at her side, one hand on her shoulder, the other
thrust into the breast of his "Prince Albert," his chin in the air, his
eyes to one side, his left foot forward in the attitude of a statue of a
Secretary of State.
"Say, Trina," said McTeague, his mouth full of codfish, "Heise looked in
on me this morning. He says 'What's the matter with a basket picnic over
at Schuetzen Park next Tuesday?' You know the paper-hangers are going
to be in the 'Parlors' all that day, so I'll have a holiday. That's what
made Heise think of it. Heise says he'll get the Ryers to go too. It's
the anniversary of their wedding day.
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