Then Caroline asked him what he was thinking.
"Nothin' much," he answered, gazing at the fashionably garbed throng pouring under the carved stone arch of the entrance; "I was just reorganizin' my ideas, that's all.

I've always sort of thought a plug hat looked lonesome.

Now I've decided that I'm wearin' the lonesome kind." He marched behind his niece and Mrs.Dunn up the center aisle to the Warren pew.

He wrote his housekeeper afterwards that he estimated that aisle to be "upwards of two mile long.

And my Sunday shoes had a separate squeak for every inch," he added.
Once seated, however, and no longer so conspicuous, his common sense and Yankee independence came to his rescue.