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Chapter 38

           WhereistheGoldenGate?"

           "SanFrancisco."

           "Thenlet’sgothere.IwanttoseeSanFranciscoanyway."

           "Allright.We’llgothere."

           "Nowlet’sgoupthemountain.Shouldwe?CanwegettheM.O.B.?"

           "There’satrainalittleafterfive."

           "Let’sgetthat."

           "Allright.I’lldrinkonemorebeerfirst."

           Whenwewentouttogoupthestreetandclimbthestairstothestationitwasverycold.AcoldwindwascomingdowntheRhoneValley.Therewerelightsintheshopwindowsandweclimbedthesteepstonestairwaytotheupperstreet,thenupanotherstairstothestation.Theelectrictrainwastherewaiting,allthelightson.Therewasadialthatshowedwhenitleft.Theclockhandspointedtotenminutesafterfive.Ilookedatthestationclock.Itwasfiveminutesafter.AswegotonboardIsawthemotormanandconductorcomingoutofthestationwine-shop.Wesatdownandopenedthewindow.Thetrainwaselectricallyheatedandstuffybutfreshcoldaircameinthroughthewindow.

           "Areyoutired,Cat?"Iasked.

           "No.Ifeelsplendid."

           "Itisn’talongride."

           "Iliketheride,"shesaid."Don’tworryaboutme,darling.Ifeelfine."

           SnowdidnotcomeuntilthreedaysbeforeChristmas.Wewokeonemorninganditwassnowing.Westayedinbedwiththefireroaringinthestoveandwatchedthesnowfall.Mrs.Guttingentookawaythebreakfasttraysandputmorewoodinthestove.Itwasabigsnowstorm.Shesaidithadstartedaboutmidnight.

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