Her bonnet was tied under her chin with a green ribbon, and she had a little feathery green wreath around her face inside the rim.

Her wide silk skirt was shot with green and blue, and rustled as she walked up the aisle to her pew.

People stared after her without knowing why.

There was no tangible change in her appearance.

She had worn that same green shot silk many Sabbaths; her bonnet was three summers old; the curls drooping on her cheeks were an innovation, but the people did not recognize the change as due to them.