She was to
possess five thousand dollars. She was carried away with the joy of her
good fortune, a natural, spontaneous joy--the gaiety of a child with a
new and wonderful toy.
"Oh, I've won, I've won, I've won!" she cried, clapping her hands.
"Mamma, think of it. I've won five thousand dollars, just by buying a
ticket. Mac, what do you say to that? I've got five thousand dollars.
August, do you hear what's happened to sister?"
"Kiss your mommer, Trina," suddenly commanded Mrs. Sieppe. "What efer
will you do mit all dose money, eh, Trina?"
"Huh!" exclaimed Marcus. "Get married on it for one thing." Thereat
they all shouted with laughter. McTeague grinned, and looked about
sheepishly. "Talk about luck," muttered Marcus, shaking his head at the
dentist; then suddenly he added:
"Well, are we going to stay talking out here in the hall all night?
Can't we all come into your 'Parlors', Mac?"
"Sure, sure," exclaimed McTeague, hastily unlocking his door.
"Efery botty gome," cried Mrs. Sieppe, genially. "Ain't ut so, Doktor?"
"Everybody," repeated the dentist. "There's--there's some beer."
"We'll celebrate, by damn!" exclaimed Marcus. "It ain't every day you
win five thousand dollars.
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