She had all the work she could handle these days, for, from this time till a week before Christmas, Uncle Oelbermann could take as many "Noah's ark sets" as she could make.
Suddenly Trina paused in her work, looking expectantly toward the door.
McTeague came in.
"Why, Mac," exclaimed Trina.

"It's only three o'clock.

What are you home so early for?
Have they discharged you ?" "They've fired me," said McTeague, sitting down on the bed.
"Fired you! What for ?" "I don' know.

Said the times were getting hard an' they had to let me go." Trina let her paint-stained hands fall into her lap.
"OH!" she cried.

"If we don't have the HARDEST luck of any two people I ever heard of.