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."