Within the house she found a motherly woman, the wife of the elder son.

When Susannah's misfortunes were related to her in undertones she cast her apron over her head and groaned as with pain.
Susannah thought that the concern of this household must arise from fear on their own account.

"Are you Latter-Day Saints ?" she asked mechanically.
The eldest man, with the air of a patriarch, replied, "No, madam, we are not Saints; the fact is we don't hold by religion of one sort or another; we just believe in being kind to our neighbours and living, good lives; so whatsoever your belief may be it is no affair of ours, and you shall rest here for the sake of our common humanity.

We'll look after you, madam." He made a bow that was a queer mixture of uncouthness in keeping with his surroundings and a recollection of some more formal society.
The woman of the house, taking her apron from her head, suddenly bethought her of the best things that she had to offer.

Gently forcing Susannah into an elbow chair, she ran, and lifting an infant a few weeks old from its cradle, put it in Susannah's arms.
The next night the young Danite went away..