George scanned the couple with interest. They didn't look very prosperous. Aloud he said, "So you're a 'Mormon,' are you? And one of the old pioneers?"
"Yes, brother, I knew Brigham Young in Nauvoo, when we were driven out across the plains, I knew that he was God's own man, and I followed him, with sure faith in my heart. If you like, sir, the meeting's just on, and you might walk down with us?"
"I will, thank you," returned Dr. Cadman pleasantly, and the three walked down to the Temple, the old man greatly pleased with the visitor, and "the visitor" greatly amused with the thought of walking down the street with "Mormons."
"There's nothing very bad about them," he decided to himself. "Just easily lead, and simple-minded."
When they reached the Temple gate, the old man turned to him kindly. "Sorry, but you'll have to throw that cigar away, brother. They don't allow smoking on the Temple grounds."
Cadman flushed, and looked at his freshly lit cigar doubtfully.
"Well, here goes!" he decided. "It's worth it to see a real 'Mormon' congregation."
As they entered the grounds, a group of about fifteen men, women, and children surrounded them.
"Where have you been?" exclaimed a chorus of voices, accosting the old couple, joyously. "We've been looking for you the city over. Hurry or we'll not get a front seat."
George found himself proudly introduced to the old couple's children and grand-children and then hurried off by the entire family to the tabernacle.