They knelt on either side of this altar, and, with hands clasped above it in the secret grip last given to them, they were sealed for time and eternity.
From the altar they went to the wagons and began their journey south.
Christina came out of the endowment-house, glowing, as to one side of her face.

She was, also, in a state of daze that left her able to say but little.

Proud and happy and silent, her sole remark, the first day of the trip, was: "Brigham--now--he make such a lovely, _bee-yoo-tiful_ God in heaven!" Nor, it soon appeared, was she ever talkative.

The second day, too, she spoke but once, which was when a sudden heavy shower swept down from the hills and caught her some distance from the wagons, helping to drive the cattle.

Then, although she was drenched, she only said: "It make down somet'ing, I t'ink!" For this taciturnity her husband was devoutly thankful.