“How so, sir?”
“Cause that’s the right of it. I ’laow I’ve told yu.”
“I’m called Edna now, by my friends,” she vouchsafed, coloring. “Yes, thank you, I’ve enjoyed the day.”
Rachael spoke softly, in her gentle English accents. I learned later that she was an English girl, convert to Mormonism.
“We Latter Day Saints know that the marriage rites of Gentiles are not countenanced by the Lord. If you would see the light you would understand. Sister Edna is being well cared for. Whatever we have is hers.”
“You will take her on with you to Salt Lake?” 194
“That is as Hyrum says. He has spoken of putting her on the stage at the next crossing. He will decide.”
“I think I’d rather stay with the train,” My Lady murmured.
“Yu will, too, by gum,” Daniel pronounced. “I’ll talk with paw. Yu’re goin’ to travel on to Zion ’long with me. I ’laow I’m man enough to look out for ye an’ I got plenty room. The hull wagon’s yourn. Guess thar won’t nobody have anything to say ag’in that.” His tone was pointed, unmistakable, and I sat fuming with it.
My Lady drily acknowledged.