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Crystal Baths, huh? Can you swim across the tank?"

      "Oh, I can swim all right as long as papa holds my chin up. Soon as he takes his hand away, down I go. Don't you hate to get water in your ears?"

      "Bathing's good for you."

      "If the water's too warm, it isn't. It weakens you."

      Mr. Sieppe came running down the tracks, waving his cane.

      "To one side," he shouted, motioning them off the track; "der drain gomes." 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."

      "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. "Do you like it better than living over here?"

      "Oh, sure, I wish we lived in the city. If you want to go across for anything it takes up the whole day."

      "Yes, yes, the whole day—almost."

      "Do you know many people in the city? Do you know anybody named Oelbermann? That's my uncle. He has a wholesale toy store in the Mission. They say he's awful rich."

      "No, I don' know him."

      "His stepdaughter wants to be a nun. Just fancy! And Mr. Oelbermann won't have it. He says it would be just like burying his child. Yes, she wants to enter the convent of the Sacred Heart. Are you a Catholic, Doctor McTeague?"

      "No. No, I—"

      "Papa is a Catholic. He goes to Mass on the feast days once in a while. But mamma's Lutheran."

      "The Catholics are trying to get control of the schools," observed McTeague, suddenly remembering one of Marcus's political tirades.

      "That's what cousin Mark says. We are going to send the twins to the kindergarten next month."

      "What's the kindergarten?"

      "Oh, they teach them to make things out of straw and toothpicks—kind of a play place to keep them off the street."

      "There's one up on Sacramento Street, not far from Polk Street. I saw the sign."

      "I know where. Why, Selina used to play the piano there."

      "Does she play the piano?"

      "Oh, you ought to hear her. She plays fine. Selina's very accomplished. She paints, too."

      "I can play on the concertina."

      "Oh, can you? I wish you'd brought it along. Next time you will. I hope you'll come often on our picnics. You'll see what fun we'll have."

      "Fine day for a picnic, ain't it? There ain't a cloud."

      "That's so," exclaimed Trina, looking up, "not a single cloud. Oh, yes; there is one, just over Telegraph Hill."

      "That's smoke."

      "No, it's a cloud. Smoke isn't white that way."

      "'Tis a cloud."

      "I knew I was right. I never say a thing unless I'm pretty sure."

      "It looks like a dog's head."

      "Don't it? Isn't Marcus fond of dogs?"

      "He got a new dog last week—a setter."

      "Did he?"

      "Yes. He and I took a lot of dogs from his hospital out for a walk to the Cliff House last Sunday, but we had to walk all the way home, because they wouldn't follow. You've been out to the Cliff House?"

      "Not for a long time. We had a picnic there one Fourth of July, but it rained. Don't you love the ocean?"

      "Yes—yes, I like it pretty well."

      "Oh, I'd like to go off in one of those big sailing ships. Just away, and away, and away, anywhere. They're different from a little yacht. I'd love to travel."

      "Sure; so would I."

      "Papa and mamma came over in a sailing ship. They were twenty-one days. Mamma's uncle used to be a sailor. He was captain of a steamer on Lake Geneva, in Switzerland."

      "Halt!" shouted Mr. Sieppe, brandishing his rifle. They had arrived at the gates of the park. All at once McTeague turned cold. He had only a quarter in his pocket. What was he expected to do—pay for the whole party, or for Trina and himself, or merely buy his own ticket? And even in this latter case would a quarter be enough? He lost his wits, rolling his eyes helplessly. Then it occurred to him to feign a great abstraction, pretending not to know that the time was come to pay. He looked intently up and down the tracks; perhaps a train was coming. "Here we are," cried Trina, as they came up to the rest of the party, crowded about the entrance. "Yes, yes," observed McTeague, his head in the air.

      "Gi' me four bits, Mac," said Marcus, coming up. "Here's where we shell out."

      "I—I—I only got a quarter," mumbled the dentist, miserably. He felt that he had ruined himself forever with Trina. What was the use of trying to win her? Destiny was against him. "I only got a quarter," he stammered. He was on the point of adding that he would not go in the park. That seemed to be the only alternative.

      "Oh, all right!" said Marcus, easily. "I'll pay for you, and you can square with me when we go home."

      They filed into the park, Mr. Sieppe counting them off as they entered.

      "Ah," said Trina, with a long breath, as she and McTeague pushed through the wicket, "here we are once more, Doctor." She had not appeared to notice McTeague's embarrassment. The difficulty had been tided over somehow. Once more McTeague felt himself saved.

      "To der beach!" shouted Mr. Sieppe. They had checked their baskets at the peanut stand. The whole party trooped down to the seashore. The greyhound was turned loose. The children raced on ahead.

      From one of the larger parcels Mrs. Sieppe had drawn forth a small tin steamboat—August's birthday present—a gaudy little toy which could be steamed up and navigated by means of an alcohol lamp. Her trial trip was to be made this morning.

      "Gi' me it, gi' me it," shouted August, dancing around his father.

      "Not soh, not soh," cried Mr. Sieppe, bearing it aloft. "I must first der eggsperimunt make."

      "No, no!" wailed August. "I want to play with ut."

      "Obey!" thundered Mr. Sieppe. August subsided. A little jetty ran part of the way into the water. Here, after a careful study of the directions printed on the cover of the box, Mr. Sieppe began to fire the little boat.

      "I want to put ut in the wa-ater," cried August.

      "Stand back!" shouted his parent. "You do not know so well

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