She told as much to the doctor in answer
to his questions. He shook his head with an exclamation.
"Why, this is blood-poisoning, you know," he told her; "the worst kind.
You'll have to have those fingers amputated, beyond a doubt, or lose the
entire hand--or even worse."
"And my work!" exclaimed Trina.
CHAPTER 19
One can hold a scrubbing-brush with two good fingers and the stumps
of two others even if both joints of the thumb are gone, but it takes
considerable practice to get used to it.
Trina became a scrub-woman. She had taken council of Selina, and
through her had obtained the position of caretaker in a little memorial
kindergarten over on Pacific Street. Like Polk Street, it was an
accommodation street, but running through a much poorer and more sordid
quarter. Trina had a little room over the kindergarten schoolroom. It
was not an unpleasant room. It looked out upon a sunny little court
floored with boards and used as the children's playground. Two great
cherry trees grew here, the leaves almost brushing against the window of
Trina's room and filtering the sunlight so that it fell in round golden
spots upon the floor of the room. "Like gold pieces," Trina said to
herself.
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