" A local passenger train was just passing B Street station, some
quarter of a mile behind them. The party stood to one side to let it
pass. Marcus put a nickel and two crossed pins upon the rail, and waved
his hat to the passengers as the train roared past. The children shouted
shrilly. When the train was gone, they all rushed to see the nickel and
the crossed pins. The nickel had been jolted off, but the pins had been
flattened out so that they bore a faint resemblance to opened scissors.
A great contention arose among the children for the possession of these
"scissors." Mr. Sieppe was obliged to intervene. He reflected gravely.
It was a matter of tremendous moment. The whole party halted, awaiting
his decision.
"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.
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