Maria sat directly in front of the pulpit, with Mrs. Jonas White and Lillian.  Mrs. White had a new gown of some thin black stuff, profusely ornamented with jet, and Lillian had a new pink silk gown, and wore a great bunch of roses.  The situation, with regard to Maria, in connection with the wedding ceremony and the bridal trip, had been a very perplexing one.  Harry had some western cousins, far removed, both by blood and distance.  Aunt Maria and her brother were the only relatives on his former wife’s side.  Aunt Maria had received an invitation, both from Harry and the prospective bride, to be present at the wedding and remain in the house with Maria until the return of the bridal couple from their short trip.  She had declined in a few stilted words, although Harry had sent a check to cover the expenses of her trip, which was returned in her letter.

“The fact is, I don’t know what to do with Maria,” Harry said to Ida Slome, a week before the wedding.  “Maria won’t come, and neither will her brother’s wife, and she can’t be left alone, even with the new maid.  We don’t know the girl very well, and it won’t do.”

Ida Slome solved the problem with her usual precision and promptness.

“Then,” said she, “she will have to board at Mrs. White’s until we return.  There is nothing else to do.”

It was therefore decided that Maria was to board at Mrs. White’s, although it involved some things which were not altogether satisfactory to Ida.  Maria could not sit all alone in a pew, and watch her father being married to his second wife, that was obvious; and, since Mrs. Jonas White was going to take charge of her, there was nothing else to do but to place herself and daughter in a position of honored intimacy.  Mrs. Jonas White said quite openly that she was not in any need of taking boarders, that she had only taken Mr. Edgham and Maria to oblige, and that she now was to take poor little Maria out of pity.  She, in reality, did pity Maria, for a good many reasons.  She was a shrewd woman, and she gauged Miss Ida Slome pitilessly.  However, she had to admit that she had shown some consideration in one respect.  In the midst of her teaching, and preparations for her wedding, she had planned a lovely dress for Maria.  It was unquestionable but the realization of her own loveliness, and her new attire had an alleviating influence upon Maria.  There was a faint buzz of admiration for her when she entered the church.  She looked as if enveloped in a soft gray cloud.  Ida had planned a dress of some gray stuff, and a soft gray hat, tied under her chin with wide ribbons, and a long gray plume floating over her golden-fleece of hair.  Maria had never owned such a gown, and, in addition, she had her first pair of kid-gloves of gray, to match the dress, and long, gray coat, trimmed with angora fur.  She was charming in it, and, moreover, the gray, as her step-mother’s purple, suggested delicately, if one so chose to understand a dim yet pleasing melancholy, a shade, as it were, of remembrance.