"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.