Then they let out a yell for varnished rockin'-cheers with flowers painted all over 'em in different colours, and they tell you they got to have bristles carpet--bristles on it that long, prob'ly!" The injured man indicated a length of some eighteen or twenty inches.
"Of course all them grand things would please our feelings, but they take a woman's mind off of the Lord, and she neglects her work in the field, and then pretty soon the Lord gets mad and sics the Gentiles on to us again.

But I made my women toe the mark mighty quick, I told 'em they could all have one day a week to work out, and make a little pin-money, hoein' potatoes or plantin' corn or some such business, and every cent they earned that way they could squander on this here pink-and-blue soap, if they was a mind to; but not a York shilling of my money could they have for such persuasions of Satan--not while we got plenty of soap-grease and wood-ashes to make lye of and a soap-kittle that cost four eighty-five, in the very Lord's stronghold.

I dress my women comfortable and feed 'em well--not much variety but plenty _of_, and I've done right by 'em as a husband, and I tell 'em if they want to be led away now into the sinful path of worldliness, why, I ain't goin' to have any ruthers about it at all! But you be careful, Brother Rae, about turning your women loose in one of them ungodly stores up there.
That reminds me, you had Prudence up to Conference, and I guess you don't know what that letter's about." "Why, no; do you ?" "Well, Brother Brigham only let a word or two drop, but plain enough; he don't have to use many.

He was a little mite afraid some one down here would cut in ahead of him." Joel Rae had torn open the big blue envelope in a sudden fear, and now he read in Brigham's well-known script:-- "DEAR BROT.

JOEL:-- "I was ancus to see more of your daughter, and would of kept her hear at my house if you had not hurried off.