And the thought kept rising in Ethel's mind, like a flash of revelation in all the storm and blackness: "This kind of a woman was Amy's best friend!" The funeral was soon over, and of its ugly details only a few remained in her mind.

She had a glimpse of Amy's face down in the handsome coffin, and at the sight she turned away with a swift pang of self-reproach.

"I shouldn't have let Fanny do that!" Fanny had dressed her sister.
She remembered the low respectful voice of the building superintendent: "There's an afternoon tea on the floor below, so the casket and the funeral guests had better go down by the freight elevator." She gave a strained little laugh at that and asked, "I wonder when I'll cry ?" The preacher, a tall kindly young man, came in and seemed about to speak; but after a look at her face he stopped.

He had come from a church two blocks away.

Joe and Amy had never been to his church, and it was Nourse who had brought him here.