Her face cold and hard, she passed her mother and went into the night.

Half an hour later Margaret and Billy stopped for Mrs.Comstock with the carriage.

She had determined fully that she would not go before they called.

With the sound of their voices a sort of horror of being left seized her, so she put on her hat, locked the door and went out to them.
"How did Elnora look ?" inquired Margaret anxiously.
"Like she always does," answered Mrs.Comstock curtly.
"I do hope her dresses are as pretty as the others," said Margaret.
"None of them will have prettier faces or nicer ways." Wesley was waiting before the big church to take care of the team.

As they stood watching the people enter the building, Mrs.Comstock felt herself growing ill.