There was a bed there in the sick ward that old Grannis sometimes occupied when a bad case needed watching.

All at once McTeague had an idea, a veritable inspiration.
"And we'll--we'll--we'll have--what's the matter with having something to eat afterward in my 'Parlors' ?" "Vairy goot," commented Mrs.Sieppe.

"Bier, eh?
And some damales." "Oh, I love tamales!" exclaimed Trina, clasping her hands.
McTeague returned to the city, rehearsing his instructions over and over.

The theatre party began to assume tremendous proportions.

First of all, he was to get the seats, the third or fourth row from the front, on the left-hand side, so as to be out of the hearing of the drums in the orchestra; he must make arrangements about the rooms with Marcus, must get in the beer, but not the tamales; must buy for himself a white lawn tie--so Marcus directed; must look to it that Maria Macapa put his room in perfect order; and, finally, must meet the Sieppes at the ferry slip at half-past seven the following Monday night.
The real labor of the affair began with the buying of the tickets.