Elnora took her place at the head of the procession, while every one wondered.
Secretly they had hoped that she would be dressed well enough, that she would not appear poor and neglected.

What this radiant young creature, gowned in the most recent style, her smooth skin flushed with excitement, and a rose-set coronet of red gold on her head, had to do with the girl they knew was difficult to decide.

The signal was given and Elnora began the slow march across the vestry and down the aisle.
The music welled softly, and Margaret began to sob without knowing why.
Mrs.Comstock gripped her hands together and shut her eyes.

It seemed an eternity to the suffering woman before Margaret caught her arm and whispered, "Oh, Kate! For any sake look at her! Here! The aisle across!" Mrs.Comstock opened her eyes and directing them where she was told, gazed intently, and slid down in her seat close to collapse.

She was saved by Margaret's tense clasp and her command: "Here! Idiot! Stop that!" In the blaze of light Elnora climbed the steps to the palm-embowered platform, crossed it and took her place.