In Joe's she found some of Amy's things.
She put them back in her sister's closet and then gently closed the door.

As she stood there a moment longer, she had a curious feeling of Amy's presence by her side.
"Now, my dear, we'd better go out for a walk," she told herself as she turned away.

But she threw a glance behind her.
In the weeks that followed she and Joe were more intensely alone together than she could have imagined.
At first a few of Amy's friends kept dropping in every now and then.
But although their intentions were kindly enough, Ethel felt repelled by them.

She resented their having been Amy's friends.

For swiftly and quite unconsciously, in her resolute groping in the dark for solid ground on which to stand, she was building up an ideal of her sister--and these women jarred on that.