She slipped her arms into the sleeves, and mother fastened it, shook out the skirt, saw that the bead fringe hung right, and the lace collar lay flat, then she took Sally in her arms, held her tight and said: "God bless you, dear, and keep you always.

Amen." Then she stepped to the door, and Peter, all shining and new, came in.
He hugged Sally and kissed her like it didn't make the least difference whether she had on calico or a wedding dress, and he just stared, and stared at her, and never said a word, so at last she asked: "Well Peter, do you like my dress ?" And the idiot said: "Why Sally, I hadn't even seen it!" Then both of them laughed, and the Presiding Elder came.
I never liked to look at him very well because something had happened, and he had only one eye.

I always wondered if he had "plucked it out" because it had "offended" him; but if you could forget his eye, and just listen to his voice, it was like the sweetest music.

He married those two people right there in the bedroom, all but about three words at the end.

I heard and saw every bit of it.