“Isn’t it still?” murmured Aunt Wess’, her head in the air. “I wonder if that was them. I heard a door slam. They tell me that the rector has been married three times.” Page, unheeding and demure, turned a leaf, and began with “All those who travel by land or water.” Mr. Cressler and young Miss Gretry appeared. They took their seats behind Page and Aunt Wess’, and the party exchanged greetings in low voices. Page reluctantly laid down her prayer book.

“Laura will be over soon,” whispered Mr. Cressler. “Carrie is with her. I’m going into the vestry room. J. has just come.” He took himself off, walking upon his tiptoes.

Aunt Wess’ turned to Page, repeating:

“Do you know they say this rector has been married three times?”