She realized that Harry's wife had been dead only a little more than a year, and that, although still a beauty, she was not a young girl, and she steered clear of criticism and ridicule.
The ceremony was performed in the Presbyterian church Monday afternoon.

Ida wore a prune-colored costume, and a hat trimmed with pansies.

She was quite right in thinking that she was adorable in it, and there was also in the color, with its shade of purple, a delicate intimation of the remembrance of mourning in the midst of joy.

The church was filled with people, but there were no bridesmaids.

Some of Ida's scholars acted as ushers.