"Five tausend thalers! five tausend thalers! If popper were only here!" "What is it--what is it ?" exclaimed McTeague, rolling his eyes.
"What are you going to do with it, Trina ?" inquired Marcus.
"You're a rich woman, my dear," said Miss Baker, her little false curls quivering with excitement, "and I'm glad for your sake.

Let me kiss you.
To think I was in the room when you bought the ticket!" "Oh, oh!" interrupted Trina, shaking her head, "there is a mistake.
There must be.

Why--why should I win five thousand dollars?
It's nonsense!" "No mistake, no mistake," screamed Maria.

"Your number was 400,012.

Here it is in the paper this evening.