“No. No, I—”
“Papa is a Catholic. He goes to Mass on the feast days once in a while. But mamma's Lutheran.”
“The Catholics are trying to get control of the schools,” observed McTeague, suddenly remembering one of Marcus's political tirades.
“That's what cousin Mark says. We are going to send the twins to the kindergarten next month.”
“What's the kindergarten?”
“Oh, they teach them to make things out of straw and toothpicks—kind of a play place to keep them off the street.”
“There's one up on Sacramento Street, not far from Polk Street. I saw the sign.”
“I know where. Why, Selina used to play the piano there.”
“Does she play the piano?”
“Oh, you ought to hear her. She plays fine. Selina's very accomplished. She paints, too.”