It's only Sundays and legal holidays." Again
he set the company off into a gale of laughter. Anything was funny at a
time like this. In some way every one of them felt elated. The wheel of
fortune had come spinning close to them. They were near to this great
sum of money. It was as though they too had won.
"Here's right where I sat when I bought that ticket," cried Trina, after
they had come into the "Parlors," and Marcus had lit the gas. "Right
here in this chair." She sat down in one of the rigid chairs under the
steel engraving. "And, Marcus, you sat here----"
"And I was just getting out of the operating chair," interposed Miss
Baker.
"Yes, yes. That's so; and you," continued Trina, pointing to Maria,
"came up and said, 'Buy a ticket in the lottery; just a dollar.' Oh, I
remember it just as plain as though it was yesterday, and I wasn't going
to at first----"
"And don't you know I told Maria it was against the law?"
"Yes, I remember, and then I gave her a dollar and put the ticket in my
pocketbook. It's in my pocketbook now at home in the top drawer of my
bureau--oh, suppose it should be stolen now," she suddenly exclaimed.
"It's worth big money now," asserted Marcus.
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