Lightswereextinguished。Atoneo’clockthecablestopped，leavinganabruptsilenceintheair。Allatonceitseemedverystill。Theuglynoisesweretheoccasionalfootfallsofapolicemanandthepersistentcallingofducksandgeeseintheclosedmarket。Thestreetwasasleep。
Dayafterday，McTeaguesawthesamepanoramaunrollitself。
Thebaywindowofhis“DentalParlors“wasforhimapointofvantagefromwhichhewatchedtheworldgopast。
OnSundays，however，allwaschanged。Ashestoodinthebaywindow，afterfinishinghisbeer，wipinghislips，andlookingoutintothestreet，McTeaguewasconsciousofthedifference。Nearlyallthestoreswereclosed。Nowagonspassed。Afewpeoplehurriedupanddownthesidewalks，dressedincheapSundayfinery。Acablecarwentby；ontheoutsideseatswereapartyofreturningpicnickers。Themother，thefather，ayoungman，andayounggirl，andthreechildren。Thetwoolderpeopleheldemptylunchbasketsintheirlaps，whilethebandsofthechildren’shatswerestuckfullofoakleaves。Thegirlcarriedahugebunchofwiltingpoppiesandwildflowers。
AsthecarapproachedMcTeague’swindowtheyoungmangotupandswunghimselfofftheplatform，wavinggoodbytotheparty。SuddenlyMcTeaguerecognizedhim。