Besides, it's what we've been used to, and that goes a good ways with some folks.

Good-by, Mr.Ellery.

You'll see me in the third pew from the back, on the right side, wishin' you luck just as hard as I can." So, as in couples or family groups, afoot or in all sorts of vehicles, the members of Trumet's Regular society came to the church to hear their new minister, that functionary peeped under the parlor window shade of the parsonage and waited, fidgetting and apprehensive, for the Winslows.

They arrived at last, and were not hard to recognize, for ten individuals packed into one carriage are hard to overlook anywhere.

As Gaius, with the youngest in his arms, passed in at the church door, John Ellery passed out of the parsonage gate.