The twins and Owgooste clung to
Trina's skirts, fretting and whimpering.
McTeague was miserable. He stood apart from the group, in a corner. None
of them seemed to think of him; he was not of them.
"Write to me very often, mamma, and tell me about everything--about
August and the twins."
"It is dime," cried Mr. Sieppe, nervously. "Goot-py, Trina. Mommer,
Owgooste, say goot-py, den we must go. Goot-py, Trina." He kissed
her. Owgooste and the twins were lifted up. "Gome, gome," insisted Mr.
Sieppe, moving toward the door.
"Goot-py, Trina," exclaimed Mrs. Sieppe, crying harder than ever.
"Doktor--where is der doktor--Doktor, pe goot to her, eh? pe vairy goot,
eh, won't you? Zum day, Dokter, you vill haf a daughter, den you know
berhaps how I feel, yes."
They were standing at the door by this time. Mr. Sieppe, half way down
the stairs, kept calling "Gome, gome, we miss der drain."
Mrs. Sieppe released Trina and started down the hall, the twins and
Owgooste following. Trina stood in the doorway, looking after them
through her tears. They were going, going. When would she ever see them
again? She was to be left alone with this man to whom she had just been
married.
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