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"For Owgooste," she confided to him. Owgooste was in a Fauntleroy "costume" very much too small for him. Already he had been crying. "Woult you pelief, Doktor, dot bube has torn his stockun alreatty? Walk in der front, you; stop cryun. Where is dot berliceman?" At the door of the theatre McTeague was suddenly seized with a panic terror. He had lost the tickets.
This was a signal for tremendous confusion. Mr. Sieppe immediately threw off his previous air of relaxation, the calf's head was forgotten, he was once again the leader of vast enterprises. "To me, to me," he cried. "Mommer, der tervins, Owgooste." He marshalled his tribe together, with tremendous commanding gestures.
During this intermission McTeague and his party had "refreshments." Mrs. Sieppe and Trina had Queen Charlottes, McTeague drank a glass of beer, Owgooste ate the orange and one of the bananas. He begged for a glass of lemonade, which was finally given him. "Joost to geep um quiet," observed Mrs. Sieppe.
Owgooste was smacked from hour to hour, and wept upon the front stairs; the dressmaker called over the banisters for a hot flatiron; expressmen tramped up and down the stairway. Mrs. Sieppe stopped in the preparation of the lunches to call "Hoop, Hoop" to the greyhound, throwing lumps of coal.
"Owgooste, WILL you pull down your goat, den?" "Well, my dear, now you're married and happy. When I first saw you two together, I said, 'What a pair! We're to be neighbors now; you must come up and see me very often and we'll have tea together." "Did you hear that sawing going on all the time? I declare it regularly got on my nerves."
The car was crowded; McTeague and Owgooste were obliged to stand. The little boy fretted to be taken in his mother's lap, but Mrs. Sieppe emphatically refused. On their way home they discussed the performance. "I I like best der yodlers." "Ah, the soloist was the best the lady who sang those sad songs." "Wasn't wasn't that magic lantern wonderful, where the figures moved? Wonderful ah, wonderful!
He made McTeague sit at the head of the table, with Trina at his right and the agent at his left; he when he sat down at all occupied the foot, Maria Macapa at his left, while next to her was Mrs. Sieppe, opposite Miss Baker. Owgooste had been put to bed upon the bed-lounge. "Where's Old Grannis?" suddenly exclaimed Marcus. Sure enough, where had the old Englishman gone?
However, while the unfortunate Irish comedian went through his "act" to the backs of the departing people, Mrs. Sieppe woke Owgooste, very cross and sleepy, and began getting her "things together." As soon as he was awake Owgooste began fidgeting again. "Save der brogramme, Trina," whispered Mrs. Sieppe. "Take ut home to popper. Where is der hat of Owgooste? Haf you got mein handkerchief, Trina?"
I don't want you should make fun of Mac. He called it beer on purpose. I guess HE knows." Throughout the meal old Miss Baker had occupied herself largely with Owgooste and the twins, who had been given a table by themselves the black walnut table before which the ceremony had taken place.
"Are they go-wun to begin pretty soon, ma?" whined Owgooste for the fifth or sixth time; adding, "Say, ma, can't I have some candy?" A cadaverous little boy had appeared in their aisle, chanting, "Candies, French mixed candies, popcorn, peanuts and candy." The orchestra entered, each man crawling out from an opening under the stage, hardly larger than the gate of a rabbit hutch.
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