That was rubbing it in. Let him get
Old Grannis.
"I'm friends with um all right," vociferated Marcus, "but I'll not stand
up with um. I'll not be ANYBODY'S best man, I won't."
The wedding was to be very quiet; Trina preferred it that way. McTeague
would invite only Miss Baker and Heise the harness-maker. The Sieppes
sent cards to Selina, who was counted on to furnish the music; to
Marcus, of course; and to Uncle Oelbermann.
At last the great day, the first of June, arrived. The Sieppes had
packed their last box and had strapped the last trunk. Trina's
two trunks had already been sent to her new home--the remodelled
photographer's rooms. The B Street house was deserted; the whole family
came over to the city on the last day of May and stopped over night at
one of the cheap downtown hotels. Trina would be married the following
evening, and immediately after the wedding supper the Sieppes would
leave for the South.
McTeague spent the day in a fever of agitation, frightened out of his
wits each time that Old Grannis left his elbow.
Old Grannis was delighted beyond measure at the prospect of acting the
part of best man in the ceremony. This wedding in which he was to figure
filled his mind with vague ideas and half-formed thoughts.
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