"And she won?"
"She did. I chose for luck the number of her age and the last two figures of the year—1792. That took it."
"How much? How much?" they shouted, the wine and rum punch having done their work. "How much?"
"Eight thousand, nine hundred, and thirty-four dollars, as I'm a sinner."
"The girl may have gay gowns now," cried one.
"Let us go out, and tell her," said the Governor, as men still called him; and upon this, having had wine and rum more than was well, they went laughing into the drawing-room.
"Oh, news! news!" cried one and another.
Mrs. Penn looked annoyed. "What is it?" she asked.
"Ho, ho! Fine news!" said Langstroth. "Margaret has the great prize in the Princeton lottery—eight thousand and more. It was drawn this morning."
"What luck!" cried the ladies. "And you are not jesting?"