But I've given up expecting other people to believe it just yet, until Joseph is allowed to preach, and then it's been revealed to him that the nations shall be gathered in.

Only you looked so--so beautiful--you see, I thought perhaps God might have sent you to be a friend to me.

I have no friends because of the way they persecute Joseph." Susannah turned in incredulous wrath and tramped, young and haughty, to the outer door.

The first drops of a heavy shower were falling; she hesitated.
"But tell her about the witnesses, Emmar." Old Lucy stood half-way between the bed and the door, making nods and becks in her excited desire that Susannah should be impressed.

"For when the dear Lord saw that folks wouldn't b'lieve Joseph, He didn't leave him without witnesses." Susannah, stopped by the weather, felt more willing to conciliate.