ran
through
the
church:
“The
family!”
Mrs.
Welland
came
first, on
the arm of
her eldest
son. Her
large pink
face was
appropriately
solemn,
and her
plum-coloured
satin with
pale blue
side-panels,
and blue
ostrich
plumes in
a small
satin
bonnet,
met with
general
approval;
but before
she had
settled
herself
with a
stately
rustle in
the pew
opposite
Mrs.
Archer’s
the
spectators
were
craning
their
necks to
see who
was coming
