"I dunno as I can tell whether it's changed much or not." She knitted fast.
"The meetin'-house has been made over since you was here," volunteered the elder woman.

She did not look up from her knitting.
Presently Lois, at the window, saw Mr.Tuxbury's sister, Mrs.Lowe, coming, and the minister's wife, hurrying with a voluminous swing of her skirts, in her wake.

The minister's wife had been calling, but Mrs.Lowe, who was a little deaf, had not heard her, and it was not until she shut the iron gate almost in her face that she saw her.
Then the two came up the walk together.

Lois watched them.

The coming of all these people was to her like the closing in of a crowd of witnesses, and for her guilt instead of her mother's.