Susan, from the window, dully watched the young farmer unhitch the mare and lead her up in front of the gate.
"Come on, honey," said Aunt Sallie, taking up the bundle.
The girl--she seemed a child now--followed her.

On the front stoop were George and his brother and the preacher.

The men made room for them to pass.

Sallie opened the gate; Susan went out.
"You'll have to hold the bundle," said Sallie.

Susan mounted to the seat, took the bundle on her knees.