All the eucalyptus trees were dripping, and occasionally there came the faint moan of the fog-horn out at the heads.
He could see up the street for nearly two miles as it climbed over Nob Hill.

It was almost deserted; a cable-car now and then crawled up and down its length, and at times a delivery wagon rattled across it; but that was about all.

On the opposite sidewalk two boys and a girl were coasting downhill on their roller-skates and their brake-wagons.

The cable in its slot kept up an incessant burr and clack.

The whole view was rather forlorn, and Vandover turned his back on it, taking up his book again.
About five o'clock his father came home from his office.