A new minister was in the pulpit.

In the pews more than one familiar face was missing forever.

Old "Uncle Abe," his prophesying over and done with, Mrs.Peter Sloane, who had sighed, it was to be hoped, for the last time, Timothy Cotton, who, as Mrs.
Rachel Lynde said "had actually managed to die at last after practicing at it for twenty years," and old Josiah Sloane, whom nobody knew in his coffin because he had his whiskers neatly trimmed, were all sleeping in the little graveyard behind the church.

And Billy Andrews was married to Nettie Blewett! They "appeared out" that Sunday.

When Billy, beaming with pride and happiness, showed his be-plumed and be-silked bride into the Harmon Andrews' pew, Anne dropped her lids to hide her dancing eyes.
She recalled the stormy winter night of the Christmas holidays when Jane had proposed for Billy.