Her pew was third from the chancel; she was but half-way through the gantlet of curious eyes.
Following her was a young girl of twenty.

She was youth in all its beauty and charm and fragrance.

Many a young masculine heart throbbed violently as she passed, and straightway determined to win fame and fortune, if for no other purpose than to cast them at her feet.

This was Patty Bennington.
The two reached their pew without mishap, and immediately rested their heads reverently upon the rail in prayer.

Presently the music ceased, the rector mounted the pulpit, and the day's service began.