As he caught sight of the party he gaped at them a moment in blank astonishment, and then ran up, his eyes wide.
"Well, by damn!" he exclaimed, excitedly.

"What's up?
Where you all going, anyhow?
Say, ain't ut queer we should all run up against each other like this ?" He made great sweeping bows to the three women, and shook hands with "Cousin Trina," adding, as he turned to the men of the party, "Glad to see you, Mister Heise.

How do, Mister Ryer ?" The dentist, who had formulated some sort of reserved greeting, he ignored completely.

McTeague settled himself in his seat, growling inarticulately behind his mustache.
"Say, say, what's all up, anyhow ?" cried Marcus again.
"It's a picnic," exclaimed the three women, all speaking at once; and Trina added, "We're going over to the same old Schuetzen Park again.

But you're all fixed up yourself, Cousin Mark; you look as though you were going somewhere yourself." In fact, Marcus was dressed with great care.