So they started away again and came at last to a little lonely church set back from the road. It was a quaint little edifice, made of irregular purplish stone. The moss had crept up on one side softly, protectingly. You thought at once it had been built by loving hands and that loving souls had worshiped in it. And you knew that under its assumed and momentary air of expectancy it was sad in having outlived its usefulness. Its door was swung open hospitably and the children stopped to look in. Graham wheeled his grandmother close to the door so she too could gaze within. There were pews, empty, with worn cushions. A large stained glass window with one Figure, noble despite the artist's limitations, had caught lights and sent them down in long sapphire and amethyst fingers. A man moved about the altar, changing from place to place a vase of white roses. "Is that the minister?" whispered Maizie. Suzanna nodded. "Yes. He's going to offer up prayer, I think." The minister turned and smiled at the children. He seemed some way to fit into the soft atmosphere of the place, seeming to belong there. Suzanna could not fancy him moving in any merely practical environment. And while the children lingered, and Drusilla looked in through the open church door, a man and a woman came down the road. The woman walked slowly and the man had his arm about her in a guarding kind of way. When they neared the church they stopped. Suzanna, turning, recognized them and with a joyful cry she ran to meet them. "Oh, Miss Massey," she cried, "and Robert. Are you out for a walk, too?" The man looked down at her. "Yes, little girl. We are going into that old church. Did you see the minister?" "Yes, he's inside," said Suzanna. She looked at Miss Massey. "You've been crying," she said. Miss Massey tried to speak calmly, but there was a little quiver in her voice. "Because it's all so different from what I dreamed." "Come, dear," said Robert then, "come with me." She seemed to take courage from his manliness and the truth of his love shining forth from his eyes, and so she put her hand into his and walked up the path with him. At the door of the church they paused again. Suzanna who had followed quickly, said, "This is Drusilla, my very best friend." Miss Massey looked into the sweet old face. Perhaps she thought of her own mother, for the tears came quickly again. "I'm glad to know you," she said simply. And then asked, "Won't you come in and see me married?" And Drusilla answered: "Indeed, I should like to very much, my dear." So Robert helped her gently from the wheel chair. He lifted small Daphne upon the vacated seat and tucked her in carefully. And then they all entered the church. The minister came down from the altar. He had lit two candles and they sent their wavering light out upon the small audience. The Man above the altar looked down with infinite tenderness upon the pale little bride. The minister spoke: "Robert, take your bride upon your arm!"