She was weary of her horse's rough trot, and still more so of its slow plodding, but she felt excitement.

She had conquered those forces, part of her womanhood, which urged compliance with her husband's desire and her own desire to abide by the homely routine whatever it might be.

The thing that she had done seemed so large that her imagination told her that the event must justify it.
She had no thought of concealment.

She knew only the two families in the village of Hiram.

Her plan was to go first to the Rigdons and ask for refreshment, thence to the meeting, and after that to ask for the night's lodging which she knew that Emma Smith would not refuse.
In the village she saw that people were moving about and talking with an air of excitement.