“I was in Sacramento once,” observed McTeague, “nearly eight years ago.”
“Is it a nice place—as nice as San Francisco?”
“It's hot. I practised there for a while.”
“I like San Francisco,” said Trina, looking across the bay to where the city piled itself upon its hills.
“So do I,” answered McTeague. “Do you like it better than living over here?”
“Oh, sure, I wish we lived in the city. If you want to go across for anything it takes up the whole day.”
“Yes, yes, the whole day—almost.”
“Do you know many people in the city? Do you know anybody named Oelbermann? That's my uncle. He has a wholesale toy store in the Mission. They say he's awful rich.”
“No, I don' know him.”
“His stepdaughter wants to be a nun. Just fancy! And Mr. Oelbermann won't have it. He says it would be just like burying his child. Yes, she wants to enter the convent of the Sacred Heart. Are you a Catholic, Doctor McTeague?”