But Fay was dearest to her.

Fay had few playmates, for among the Gentile children there were none near her age, and the Mormon children were forbidden to play with her.

So she was a shy, wild, lonely child.
"Muvver's sick," said Fay, leading Jane toward the door of the hut.
Jane went in.

There was only one room, rather dark and bare, but it was clean and neat.

A woman lay upon a bed.
"Mrs.Larkin, how are you ?" asked Jane, anxiously.
"I've been pretty bad for a week, but I'm better now." "You haven't been here all alone--with no one to wait on you ?" "Oh no! My women neighbors are kind.