Trina would lie awake for hours afterward, crying softly to herself.

Then, by and by, "Mac," she would say timidly.
"Huh ?" "Mac, do you love me ?" "Huh?
What?
Go to sleep." "Don't you love me any more, Mac ?" "Oh, go to sleep.

Don't bother me." "Well, do you LOVE me, Mac ?" "I guess so." "Oh, Mac, I've only you now, and if you don't love me, what is going to become of me ?" "Shut up, an' let me go to sleep." "Well, just tell me that you love me." The dentist would turn abruptly away from her, burying his big blond head in the pillow, and covering up his ears with the blankets.

Then Trina would sob herself to sleep.
The dentist had long since given up looking for a job.

Between breakfast and supper time Trina saw but little of him.