I don't care WHEN the room is put to rights, and I know Mac don't." She determined that instead of making the bed or washing the dishes she would go and call on Miss Baker on the floor below.

The little dressmaker might ask her to stay to lunch, and that would be something saved, as the dentist had announced his intention that morning of taking a long walk out to the Presidio to be gone all day.
But Trina rapped on Miss Baker's door in vain that morning.

She was out.

Perhaps she was gone to the florist's to buy some geranium seeds.
However, Old Grannis's door stood a little ajar, and on hearing Trina at Miss Baker's room, the old Englishman came out into the hall.
"She's gone out," he said, uncertainly, and in a half whisper, "went out about half an hour ago.

I--I think she went to the drug store to get some wafers for the goldfish." "Don't you go to your dog hospital any more, Mister Grannis ?" said Trina, leaning against the balustrade in the hall, willing to talk a moment.
Old Grannis stood in the doorway of his room, in his carpet slippers and faded corduroy jacket that he wore when at home.
"Why--why," he said, hesitating, tapping his chin thoughtfully.