She was already up and dressed, and was cooking breakfast on the oil stove.
McTeague dressed himself, grumbling, "Well, I'll go, anyhow.

The fish will bite all the better for the rain." "Look here, Mac," said Trina, slicing a bit of bacon as thinly as she could.

"Look here, why don't you bring some of your fish home sometime ?" "Huh!" snorted the dentist, "so's we could have 'em for breakfast.

Might save you a nickel, mightn't it ?" "Well, and if it did! Or you might fish for the market.

The fisherman across the street would buy 'em of you." "Shut up!" exclaimed the dentist, and Trina obediently subsided.
"Look here," continued her husband, fumbling in his trousers pocket and bringing out a dollar, "I'm sick and tired of coffee and bacon and mashed potatoes.