"
"Why not?" questioned Jan.
"You have not a bit of sense, Jan," grumbled Sibylla. "Things chosen to
suit me, won't suit them."
"Why not?" repeated Jan obstinately.
"There never was any one like you, Jan, for stupidity," was Sibylla's
retort. "I am young and pretty, and a bride; and they are two faded old
maids."
"Dress 'em up young, and they'll look young," answered Jan, with
composure. "Give 'em a bit of pleasure for once, Sibylla."
"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.
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