"Mommer, der tervins, Owgooste." He marshalled his tribe together, with tremendous commanding gestures.

The sleeping twins were suddenly shaken into a dazed consciousness; Owgooste, whom the almond-eating of Marcus Schouler had petrified with admiration, was smacked to a realization of his surroundings.
Old Grannis, with a certain delicacy that was one of his characteristics, felt instinctively that the guests--the mere outsiders--should depart before the family began its leave-taking of Trina.

He withdrew unobtrusively, after a hasty good-night to the bride and groom.

The rest followed almost immediately.
"Well, Mr.Sieppe," exclaimed Marcus, "we won't see each other for some time." Marcus had given up his first intention of joining in the Sieppe migration.

He spoke in a large way of certain affairs that would keep him in San Francisco till the fall.