"I'll see," impatiently answered Sibylla. "Jan, how came Nancy to go off with the Mormons? Tynn says she packed up her things in secret, and started."
"How came the rest to go?" was Jan's answer. "She caught the fever too, I suppose."
"What Nancy are you talking of?" demanded Lionel. "Not Nancy from here!"
"Oh, Lionel, yes! I forgot to tell you," said Sibylla. "She is gone indeed. Mrs. Tynn is so indignant. She says the girl must be a fool!"
"Little short of it," returned Lionel. "To give up a good home here for the Salt Lake! She will repent it."
"Let 'em all alone for that," nodded Jan, "I'd like to pay an hour's visit to 'em, when they have been a month in the place—if they ever get to it."
"Tynn says she remembers, when that Brother Jarrum was here in the spring, that Nancy made frequent excuses for going to Deerham in the evening," resumed Sibylla.
"She thinks it must have been to frequent those meetings in Peckaby's shop."
"I thought the man, Jarrum, had gone off, leaving the mischief to die away," observed Lionel.
"So did everybody else," said Jan. "He came back the day that you were married. Nancy's betters got lured into Peckaby's, as well as Nancy," he added. "That sickly daughter at Chalk Cottage, she's gone."