Elvira stood on tip-toe, peeping about, pressing Susannah's arm with whispers.
"Which is Joe Smith, do tell me?
Do you go down on your knees to him, and does he pat your head ?" Guided by keen instinct, Elvira did not make remarks in Halsey's hearing which would have shocked him, but perhaps by the same instinct she at once claimed Susannah as a confidante in spite of some feeble remonstrance.
"Are you not wrong to speak so lightly of our religion ?" asked Susannah, feeling that she was an elder's wife.
"First let me be sure that you have any religion to speak of." She looked up prettily in Susannah's face.

"What a beautiful creature you are!" she cried.

"And is it to please my cousin Angel that you wear a snuff-coloured dress and a white cap and a neckerchief like an old lady of seventy ?" As they proceeded together up the white curving road, over the crest of the verdant bluff, Elvira announced her further intentions.
"I am not going to live with you.

I am going to board with the Smiths.

I want to get to the bottom of this business, and see the apparitions myself." "There are no apparitions," said Susannah gently.
"Gold books, you know, flying about in the air, and the angel Maroni and hosts of the slain Lamanites." "You expect too much.