“Good-by, Marcus,” returned McTeague. The two shook hands.
“Guess we won't ever see each other again,” continued Marcus. “But good luck to you, Doc. Hope some day you'll have the patients standing in line on the stairs.”
“Huh! I guess so, I guess so,” said the dentist.
“Good-by, Cousin Trina.”
“Good-by, Marcus,” answered Trina. “You be sure to remember me to mamma, and papa, and everybody. I'm going to make two great big sets of Noah's ark animals for the twins on their next birthday; August is too old for toys. But you can tell the twins that I'll make them some great big animals. Good-by, success to you, Marcus.”
“Good-by, good-by. Good luck to you both.”
“Good-by, Cousin Mark.”
“Good-by, Marcus.”
He was gone.