The curtain rolled up slowly disclosing the front of a church.

It was night and lights gleamed through the stained glass windows.

Snow was falling and from the church came the sound of organ music playing the wedding march.

The picture was really very impressive, although the music was somewhat throaty and the flakes of snow were larger than life-size.
But who was it half lying, half sitting on the church steps, shivering with cold?
The girls had not been so often to the theater that they could afford to be disdainful over almost any passable play, and from the very moment the curtain went up their interest was aroused.

Certainly, there was something extremely romantic and interesting about the lonely little figure on the church steps.
"That's the heroine," whispered Jessica.