I tell you I'm sick and tired of the whole business." An allusion to her lottery money never failed to rouse Trina.
"And I'll tell you this much too," she cried, winking back the tears.
"Now that you're out of a job, we can't afford even to live in your rat hole, as you call it.

We've got to find a cheaper place than THIS even." "What!" exclaimed the dentist, purple with rage.

"What, get into a worse hole in the wall than this?
Well, we'll SEE if we will.

We'll just see about that.

You're going to do just as I tell you after this, Trina McTeague," and once more he thrust his face close to hers.
"I know what's the matter," cried Trina, with a half sob; "I know, I can smell it on your breath.