It was leap-year when I was there—and seventeen young widows—the wives of a deceased Mormon—offered me their hearts and hands. I called on them one day—and taking their soft white hands in mine—which made eighteen hands altogether—I found them in tears.
And I said—"Why is this thus? What is the reason of this thusness?"
They hove a sigh—seventeen sighs of different size—They said—
"Oh—soon thou wilt be gonested away!"
I told them that when I got ready to leave a place I wentested.
They said—"Doth not like us?"
I said—"I doth—I doth!"
I also said—"I hope your intentions are honorable—as I am a lone child—my parents being far—far away."
They then said—"Wilt not marry us?"
I said—"Oh—no—it cannot was."