orderly and clean. She belonged, it would seem, to a better class of the
social order than the other, certainly to a higher type of womanhood.

"What have you got? Is it a kitten?" asked Susannah. Advancing across
the dark uneven floor, she perceived that the reclining woman was
caressing some small creature beneath her shawl.

"Emmar, Emmar," said Lucy Smith, "tell Miss from the mill about the
angel that appeared to Joseph."

Emma Smith was a nobly made, dignified young creature. She looked at
Susannah's beautiful and open countenance, and straightway drew forth
the young thing she was nursing for her inspection. It was an infant but
a few days old. Surprised, reverent, and delighted, Susannah bent over
it. The child made them all akin--the squalid old hysteric, the
respectable young mother, the beautiful girl in her silken shawl.

Some minutes elapsed.

"Emmar, Miss here doesn't know nothing about Joseph. She says it ain't
true."

The young mother smiled frankly. "I suppose it seems very hard for you
to believe," she said, "but it's quite true, and the Lord told Joseph
where to find the new part of the Bible that he's going now to make
known to the world. Shall I tell you about it?"

Susannah looked at her dazed; she had heretofore heard of the Smiths'
doctrines as of the ravings of the mad. It had not occurred to her that
a sane mind could regard them seriously.