ith an increasing feeling of
uneasiness and vague apprehension. Soon they would all be gone.

"Well, Trina," exclaimed Mr. Sieppe, "goot-py; perhaps you gome visit us
somedime."

Mrs. Sieppe began crying again.

"Ach, Trina, ven shall I efer see you again?"

Tears came to Trina's eyes in spite of herself. She put her arms around
her mother.

"Oh, sometime, sometime," she cried. 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. A sudden vague terror seized her; she left McTeague and ran
down the hall and caught her mother around the neck.

"I don't WANT you to go," she whispered in her mother's ear, sobbing.
"Oh, mamma, I--I'm 'fraid."

"Ach, Trina, you preak my heart. Don't gry, poor leetle girl." She
rocked Trina in her arms as though she were a child again. "Poor leetle
scairt girl, don' gry--soh--soh--soh, dere's nuttun to pe 'fraid oaf.
Dere, go to your hoasban'. Listen, popper's galling again; go den;
goot-by."

She loosened Trina's arms and started down the stairs. Trina leaned over
the banisters, straining her eyes after her mother.

"What is ut, Trina?"

"Oh, good-by, good-by."

"Gome, gome, we miss der drain."

"Mamma, oh, mamma!"

"What is ut, Trina?"

"Good-by."

"Goot-py, leetle daughter."

"Good-by, good-by, good-by."

The street door closed. The silence was prof