“Cousin Emeline,” the breathless girl announced, “here comes Mary French to see you!”
Emeline stiffened upon the log.
“Where?”
Roxy glanced behind at a figure following her across the meadow.
“What does she want of me?” inquired Emeline. “If she came home with the family, it was not necessary to call me.”
“She drove by herself. She says Brother Strang sent her to you.”
Emeline stood up as the Prophet's youngest wife entered that leafy silence. Roxy, forgetting that these two had never met before, slipped away and left them. They looked at each other.
“How do you do, Mrs. Strang?” spoke Emeline.
“How do you do, Miss Cheeseman?” spoke Mary French.
“Will you sit down on this log?”