Mr. Soffy was holding the hands of both Mormons, Mrs. Hadly and the girls were beaming upon them, while her boy was saying,
"We are not all narrow."
"Evidently!" came sharply from the thin lips.
The little group turned. The thin face of Miss Harriet looked down upon them with a spirit in sharp contrast to what they had been enjoying. Anger, disgust, intolerance were expressed in her cutting glance.
Mr. Soffy flushed like a truant school-boy. The girls looked pleased, the young strangers serious.
Venna controlled herself with an effort.
"Won't you come in. Miss Haskell? I want to introduce you to my friends."
With this the girls smiled outright.
Miss Harriet eyed them with increased anger.
"I don't care to meet your friends" she returned, icily. "Mr. Soffy, will you kindly escort me home?"