Only the mayor remained at his game with Herman, his gray, shaven old face bent above his cards while he muttered at them resentfully.

Dave Cowan ate his bread and cheese with relish and invoked another stein of beer from Minna, who vindictively flung her jest at him again as she brought it.
The Wilbur twin had eaten his apple cake and was now eating the cookies, taking care to drop no crumbs on the sanded floor.

After many cookies dusk fell and he heard the church bells ring for evening worship.

But no one heeded them.

The game drew to an excited finish, while Dave Cowan, his pipe lighted, mused absently and from time to time quoted bits of verse softly to himself: Enchanted ports we, too, shall touch; Cadiz or Cameroon-- The game ended with an explosion of rage from the mayor.