The cable cars trundled by, loaded with theatregoers.

The barbers were just closing their shops.

The candy store on the corner was brilliantly lighted and was filling up, while the green and yellow lamps from the drug store directly opposite threw kaleidoscopic reflections deep down into the shining surface of the asphalt.

A band of Salvationists began to play and pray in front of Frenna's saloon.

Trina hurried on down the gay street, with its evening's brilliancy and small activities, her shawl over her head, one hand lifting her faded skirt from off the wet pavements.