“Mary.” Her voice was low, with a slight tremor.
“What's your other name?”
“I won't tell.”
Her singular reply, the tones of her voice, her manner before the judge, marked her with strange simplicity. It was evident that she was not accustomed to questions.
“What were your parents' names?”
“I won't tell,” she replied, very low.
Judge Stone did not press the point. Perhaps he wanted to make the examination as easy as possible for her or to wait till she showed more composure.
“Were your parents Mormons?” he went on.
“No, sir.” She added the sir with a quaint respect, contrasting markedly with the short replies of the women before her.
“Then you were not born a Mormon?”