Theydrankandfeastedinimpromptufashion。MarcusSchoulerassumedtheofficeofmasterofceremonies；hewasinalatherofexcitement，rushingabouthereandthere，openingbeerbottles，servingthetamales，slappingMcTeagueupontheback，laughingandjokingcontinually。HemadeMcTeaguesitattheheadofthetable，withTrinaathisrightandtheagentathisleft；he——whenhesatdownatall——occupiedthefoot，MariaMacapaathisleft，whilenexttoherwasMrs。Sieppe，oppositeMissBaker。Owgoostehadbeenputtobeduponthebed-lounge。
“Where’sOldGrannis？“suddenlyexclaimedMarcus。Sureenough，wherehadtheoldEnglishmangone？Hehadbeenthereatfirst。
“Icalledhimdownwitheverybodyelse，“criedMariaMacapa，“assoonasIsawinthepaperthatMissSieppehadwon。WeallcamedowntoMr。Schouler’sroomandwaitedforyoutocomehome。Ithinkhemusthavegonebacktohisroom。
I’llbetyou’llfindhimsewinguphisbooks。“
“No，no，“observedMissBaker，“notatthishour。“