She ran to the banisters, looking over, and calling, "Oh, Mac! Is that you, Mac ?" It was the German whose family occupied the lower floor.

The power-house clock struck nine.
"My God, where is Mac ?" cried Trina, stamping her foot.
She put the shawl over her head again, and went out and stood on the corner of the alley and Polk Street, watching and waiting, craning her neck to see down the street.

Once, even, she went out upon the sidewalk in front of the flat and sat down for a moment upon the horse-block there.

She could not help remembering the day when she had been driven up to that horse-block in a hack.

Her mother and father and Owgooste and the twins were with her.