Four eventful things happened in the course of the winter. Bert and Mary got married and rented a cottage in the neighborhood three blocks away. Billy's wages were cut, along with the wages of all the teamsters in Oakland. Billy took up shaving with a safety razor. And, finally, Saxon was proven a false prophet and Sarah a true one.  
Saxon made up her mind, beyond any doubt, ere she the news to Billy. At first, while still suspecting, she had felt a frightened sinking of the heart and fear of the unknown and unexperienced. Then had come economic fear, as she the increased expense . But by the time she had made surety doubly sure, all was swept away before a wave of gladness. HERS AND BILLY'S! The phrase was continually in her mind, and each recurrent thought of it brought an actual physical pleasure-pang to her heart.
 
The night she told the news to Billy, he his own news of the wage-cut, and joined with her in welcoming the little one.
 
“What'll we do? Go to the theater to celebrate?” he asked, relaxing the pressure of his embrace so that she might speak. “Or suppose we stay in, just you and me, and... and the three of us?”
 
“Stay in,” was her verdict. “I just want you to hold me, and hold me, and hold me.”
 
“That's what I wanted, too, only I wasn't sure, after bein' in the house all day, maybe you'd want to go out.”
 
There was frost in the air, and Billy brought the Morris chair in by the kitchen stove. She lay cuddled in his arms, her head on his shoulder, his cheek against her hair.
 
“We didn't make no mistake in our lightning marriage with only a week's courtin',” he reflected aloud. “Why, Saxon, we've been courtin' ever since just the same. And now... my God, Saxon, it's too wonderful to be true. Think of it! Ourn! The three of us! The little ! I bet he's goin' to be a boy. An' won't I learn 'm to put up his fists an' take care of himself! An' swimmin' too. If he don't know how to swim by the time he's six...”
 
“And if HE'S a girl?”
 
“SHE'S goin' to be a boy,” Billy retorted, joining in the playful of pronouns.
 
And both laughed and kissed, and sighed with content. “I'm goin' to turn pincher, now,” he announced, after quite an of . “No more drinks with the boys. It's me for the water . And I'm goin' to ease down on smokes. Huh! Don't see why I can't roll my own cigarettes. They're ten times cheaper'n tailor-mades. An' I can grow a beard. The amount of money the barbers get out of a fellow in a year would keep a baby.”
 
“Just you let your beard grow, Mister Roberts, and I'll get a divorce,” Saxon threatened. “You're just too handsome and strong with a smooth face. I love your face too much to have it covered up.—Oh, you dear! you dear! Billy, I never knew what happiness was until I came to live with you.”
 
“Nor me neither.”
 
“And it's always going to be so?”
 
“You can just bet,” he assured her.
 
“I thought I was going to be happy married,” she went on; “but I never dreamed it would be like this.” She turned her head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. “Billy, it isn't happiness. It's heaven.”
 
And Billy kept undivulged the cut in wages. Not until two weeks later, when it went into effect, and he poured the diminished sum into her lap, did he break it to her. The next day, Bert and Mary, already a month married, had Sunday dinner with them, and the matter came up for discussion. Bert was particularly pessimistic, and muttered dark hints of an strike in the railroad shops.
 
“If you'd all shut your traps, it'd be all right,” Mary criticized. “These union get the railroad sore. They give me the , the way they in an' stir up trouble. If I was boss I'd cut the wages of any man that listened to them.”
 
“Yet you belonged to the laundry workers' union,” Saxon gently.
 
“Because I had to or I wouldn't a-got work. An' much good it ever done me.”
 
“But look at Billy,” Bert argued. “The teamsters ain't ben sayin' a word, not a peep, an' everything lovely, and then, bang, right in the neck, a ten per cent cut. Oh, hell, what chance have we got? We lose. There's nothin' left for us in this country we've made and our fathers an' mothers before us. We're all shot to pieces. We can see our finish—we, the old stock, the children of the white people that broke away from England an' licked the outa her, that freed the slaves, an' fought the Indians, 'an made the West! Any gink with half an eye can see it comin'.”
 
“But what are we going to do about it?” Saxon questioned anxiously.
 
“Fight. That's all. The country's in the hands of a gang of robbers. Look at the Southern Pacific. It runs California.”
 
“Aw, rats, Bert,” Billy interrupted. “You're talkin' through your lid. No railroad can ran the government of California.”
 
“You're a bonehead,” Bert . “And some day, when it's too late, you an' all the other boneheads'll realize the fact. Rotten? I tell you it . Why, there ain't a man who wants to go to state legislature but has to make a trip to San Francisco, an' go into the S. P. offices, an' take his hat off, an' ask permission. Why, the governors of California has been railroad governors since before you and I was born. Huh! You can't tell me. We're finished. We're licked to a frazzle. But it'd do my heart good to help string up some of the dirty thieves before I passed out. D'ye know what we are?—we old white stock that fought in the wars, an' broke the land, an' made all this? I'll tell you. We're the last of the Mohegans.”
 
“He scares me to death, he's so violent,” Mary said with unconcealed . “If he don't quit shootin' off his mouth he'll get fired from the shops. And then what'll we do? He don't consider me. But I can tell you one thing all right, all right. I'll not go back to the laundry.” She held her right hand up and with the solemnity of an oath. “Not so's you can see it. Never again for yours truly.”
 
“Oh, I know what you're drivin' at,” Bert said with . “An' all I can tell you is, livin' or dead, in a job or out, no matter what happens to me, if you will lead that way, you will, an' there's nothin' else to it.”
 
“I guess I kept straight before I met you,” she came back with a toss of the head. “And I kept straight after I met you, which is going some if anybody should ask you.”
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