Written for Short Stories 1903 According to the sign that flashed by the car-line windows it was a restaurant. Little Seattle boys, with noses pressed flat against the street-car windows, pointed it out to their mothers, who if they had come from the region of upper Yesler Avenue — where very new villas stood in irreproachable rectitude in grounds adorned ks yet by nothing but the black stumps of the ''clearing" — ^hastily plucked the youngsters into correct positions and whispered: “ Don't talk about it!" "And when shall we start?" asked Ho Wing Sui. “ To-morrow," said Yung Lit “How, Bill?" "Who?"