"I dunno but she's kinder turned on Richard Alger," Sarah would respond.

Now she seemed suddenly to have regained her equilibrium, and no longer slanted doubtfully across her sisters' mental horizons.
She and Richard went to the minister's house early one Sabbath morning, and were married.

Then they went to meeting, Sylvia on Richard's arm.

They sat side by side in the Alger pew; it was on the opposite side of the meeting-house from Sylvia's old pew.

It seemed to her as if she would see her old self sitting there alone, as of old, if she looked across.