"You have the advantage of me," replied Whitney, wondering who his visitor could be. "I could not call you by name."
"I am Joseph, the prophet!"
It was like one of old making himself known to his brethren—"I am Joseph, your brother!"
"Well, what do you want of me?" Joseph asked with a smile; and then with grave solicitude added:
"You have prayed me here, now what do you want of me? The Lord would not let me sleep at nights; but said, up and take your wife to Kirtland!"
An archangel's coming would not have been a greater event to the saints than the coming of Joseph the prophet.
Leaving his store and running across the road to his house, Elder Whitney exclaimed:
"Who do you think was in that sleigh at the store?"
"Well, I don't know," replied Sister Whitney.
"Why, it is Joseph and his wife. Where shall we put them?"