“What news, Brother Seth?”
“Brother Brigham gets here at eleven o’clock from New Harmony.”
“Brother Brigham coming?”
“We’re getting the bowery ready down in the square tonight so’s to have services out of doors.”
“He’s coming to-morrow?” The words came from both Prudence and her father.
“Of course he’s coming. Ben Hadley brought word over. They’ll have a turkey dinner at Beil Wardle’s house and then services at two.”
The flushed little man with the revelation felt himself grow suddenly cold. He had thought it would be easy to launch his new truth in Amalon and let the news be carried to Brigham. To get up in the very presence of him, in the full gaze of those cold blue eyes, was another matter.
“But it’s early for him. He doesn’t usually come until after Conference, after it’s got cooler.”
The Bishop took on the air of a man who does not care to tell quite all that he knows.
“Yes; I suspicion some one’s been sending tales to him about a certain young woman’s carryings on down here.”