The window was opened wide, and the room was full of the reverberations of the meeting bell.

Always on a pleasant Sunday morning in summer-time Ann Edwards sat with her Bible at the open window and listened to the meeting bell.
As Elmira entered, the bell tolled again, and the long wavering and dying of its sweet multiple tones commenced afresh.

Elmira stood before her mother, and turned slowly about that she might view her on all sides in her new attire.
Elmira whirled slowly, in a whispering, shimmering circle of pale green silk; a little wrought-lace cape, which also had been part of her mother's bridal array, covered her bare neck, for the dress was cut low.

She had bought a new ribbon of green and white, like the striped grass of the gardens, for her bonnet, and tied it in a crisp and dainty bow under her chin.

This same bonnet, of a fine Florence braid, had served her for best for nearly ten years.