"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.