Dat
is comprehend, hay? When we make der start, you childern will in der
advance march. Dat is your orders. But we do not start," he exclaimed,
excitedly; "we remain. Ach Gott, Selina, who does not arrive."
Selina, it appeared, was a niece of Mrs. Sieppe's. They were on the
point of starting without her, when she suddenly arrived, very much out
of breath. She was a slender, unhealthy looking girl, who overworked
herself giving lessons in hand-painting at twenty-five cents an hour.
McTeague was presented. They all began to talk at once, filling the
little station-house with a confusion of tongues.
"Attention!" cried Mr. Sieppe, his gold-headed cane in one hand, his
Springfield in the other. "Attention! We depart." The four little boys
moved off ahead; the greyhound suddenly began to bark, and tug at his
leash. The others picked up their bundles.
"Vorwarts!" shouted Mr. Sieppe, waving his rifle and assuming the
attitude of a lieutenant of infantry leading a charge. The party set off
down the railroad track.
Mrs. Sieppe walked with her husband, who constantly left her side
to shout an order up and down the line. Marcus followed with Selina.
McTeague found himself with Trina at the end of the procession.
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