We wretched occupants of the King pew were concerned only with our own outraged feelings.
"And there's Melita Ross," went on Peg.

"She's got the same bonnet on she had last time I was in Carlisle church six years ago.

Some folks has the knack of making things last.

But look at the style Mrs.Elmer Brewer wears, will yez?
Yez wouldn't think her mother died in the poor-house, would yez, now ?" Poor Mrs.Brewer! From the tip of her smart kid shoes to the dainty cluster of ostrich tips in her bonnet--she was most immaculately and handsomely arrayed; but I venture to think she could have taken small pleasure in her fashionable attire that evening.

Some of the unregenerate, including Dan, were shaking with suppressed laughter, but most of the people looked as if they were afraid to smile, lest their turn should come next.
"There's old Stephen Grant coming in," exclaimed Peg viciously, shaking her floury fist at him, "and looking as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.