"Attend now," he suddenly exclaimed. "It will not be soh soon. At der
end of der day, ven we shall have home gecommen, den wull it pe adjudge,
eh? A REward of merit to him who der bes' pehaves. It is an order.
Vorwarts!"

"That was a Sacramento train," said Marcus to Selina as they started
off; "it was, for a fact."

"I know a girl in Sacramento," Trina told McTeague. "She's forewoman in
a glove store, and she's got consumption."

"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