"No, you can't though," rejoined the lady, "for we hunted all over the town, and we could not find one single one till we got here."
I left immediately, and went on my way. Presently I came to a long row of rooms, one of which appeared to be almost vacant. I inquired if it could be rented for a few days. The owner of the buildings, I found to be a cheerful old lady, near seventy years of age. I mentioned the circumstances to her, as I before had done to the landlord.
"Well, I don't know," said she; "where be you going?"
"To Kirtland," I replied.
"What be you?" said she. "Be you Baptists?"
I told her that we were "Mormons."
"Mormons!" ejaculated she, in a quick, good-natured tone. "What be they? I never heard of them before."
"I told you that we were 'Mormons,'" I replied, "because that is what the world call us, but the only name we acknowledge is Latter-day Saints."
"Latter-day Saints!" rejoined she, "I never heard of them either."
I then informed her that this Church was brought forth through the instrumentality of a prophet, and that I was the mother of this prophet.