And like these fresh green things were the dozens of babies, tots, toddlers, noisy urchins, laughing girls, a whole multitude of children of one family.
For Collier Brandt, the father of all this numerous progeny, was a Mormon with four wives.
The big house where they lived was old, solid, picturesque the lower part built of logs, the upper of rough clapboards, with vines growing up the outside stone chimneys.

There were many wooden-shuttered windows, and one pretentious window of glass proudly curtained in white.

As this house had four mistresses, it likewise had four separate sections, not one of which communicated with another, and all had to be entered from the outside.
In the shade of a wide, low, vine-roofed porch Jane found Brandt's wives entertaining Bishop Dyer.

They were motherly women, of comparatively similar ages, and plain-featured, and just at this moment anything but grave.

The Bishop was rather tall, of stout build, with iron-gray hair and beard, and eyes of light blue.