In the meantime there was going on in another corner of the room an anxious conference between Teta Elzbieta and Dede Antanas, and a few of the more intimate friends of the family.  A trouble was come upon them.  The veselija is a compact, a compact not expressed, but therefore only the more binding upon all.  Every one’s share was different—­and yet every one knew perfectly well what his share was, and strove to give a little more.  Now, however, since they had come to the new country, all this was changing; it seemed as if there must be some subtle poison in the air that one breathed here—­it was affecting all the young men at once.  They would come in crowds and fill themselves with a fine dinner, and then sneak off.  One would throw another’s hat out of the window, and both would go out to get it, and neither could be seen again.  Or now and then half a dozen of them would get together and march out openly, staring at you, and making fun of you to your face.  Still others, worse yet, would crowd about the bar, and at the expense of the host drink themselves sodden, paying not the least attention to any one, and leaving it to be thought that either they had danced with the bride already, or meant to later on.

All these things were going on now, and the family was helpless with dismay.  So long they had toiled, and such an outlay they had made!  Ona stood by, her eyes wide with terror.  Those frightful bills—­how they had haunted her, each item gnawing at her soul all day and spoiling her rest at night.  How often she had named them over one by one and figured on them as she went to work—­fifteen dollars for the hall, twenty-two dollars and a quarter for the ducks, twelve dollars for the musicians, five dollars at the church, and a blessing of the Virgin besides—­and so on without an end!  Worst of all was the frightful bill that was still to come from Graiczunas for the beer and liquor that might be consumed.  One could never get in advance more than a guess as to this from a saloonkeeper—­and then, when the time came he always came to you scratching his head and saying that he had guessed too low, but that he had done his best—­your guests had gotten so very drunk.  By him you were sure to be cheated unmercifully, and that even though you thought yourself the dearest of the hundreds of friends he had.  He would begin to serve your guests out of a keg that was half full, and finish with one that was half empty, and then you would be charged for two kegs of beer.  He would agree to serve a certain quality at a certain price, and when the time came you and your friends would be drinking some horrible poison that could not be described.  You might complain, but you would get nothing for your pains but a ruined evening; while, as for going to law about it, you might as well go to heaven at once.  The saloonkeeper stood in with all the big politics men in the district; and when you had once found out what it meant to get into trouble with such people, you would know enough to pay what you were told to pay and shut up.