"I never told him; I never heard of any gold dishes.

I don' know where he got the idea; he must be crazy." By this time Trina and McTeague, Old Grannis, and little Miss Baker--all the lodgers on the upper floors of the flat--had gathered about Maria.
Trina and the dentist, who had gone to bed, were partially dressed, and Trina's enormous mane of black hair was hanging in two thick braids far down her back.

But, late as it was, Old Grannis and the retired dressmaker had still been up and about when Maria had aroused them.
"Why, Maria," said Trina, "you always used to tell us about your gold dishes.

You said your folks used to have them." "Never, never, never!" exclaimed Maria, vehemently.

"You folks must all be crazy.