He went aimlessly about the room, his eyes wide, his enormous hands dangling.
"A cousin of mine won forty dollars once," observed Miss Baker.

"But he spent every cent of it buying more tickets, and never won anything." Then the reminiscences began.

Maria told about the butcher on the next block who had won twenty dollars the last drawing.

Mrs.Sieppe knew a gasfitter in Oakland who had won several times; once a hundred dollars.
Little Miss Baker announced that she had always believed that lotteries were wrong; but, just the same, five thousand was five thousand.
"It's all right when you win, ain't it, Miss Baker ?" observed Marcus, with a certain sarcasm.

What was the matter with Marcus?
At moments he seemed singularly out of temper.
But the agent was full of stories.