You'll find something to do pretty soon." "I guess so," growled McTeague, allowing her to kiss him.
The canary was stirring nimbly in its cage, and just now broke out into a shrill trilling, its little throat bulging and quivering.

The dentist stared at it.

"Say," he remarked slowly, "I think I'll take that bird of mine along." "Sell it ?" inquired Trina.
"Yes, yes, sell it." "Well, you ARE coming to your senses at last," answered Trina, approvingly.

"But don't you let the bird-store man cheat you.

That's a good songster; and with the cage, you ought to make him give you five dollars.