We had a great triple wedding in the biggest temple of all, and it looked as if most of the nation was present.

It was very solemn and very beautiful.

Someone had written a new song for the occasion, nobly beautiful, about the New Hope for their people--the New Tie with other lands--Brotherhood as well as Sisterhood, and, with evident awe, Fatherhood.
Terry was always restive under their talk of fatherhood.

"Anybody'd think we were High Priests of--of Philoprogenitiveness!" he protested.
"These women think of NOTHING but children, seems to me! We'll teach 'em!" He was so certain of what he was going to teach, and Alima so uncertain in her moods of reception, that Jeff and I feared the worst.

We tried to caution him--much good that did.