In My Father's House

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n my father's house/ 332^ personalities and social conven tions. At one group dance, I chatted gaily with my partner, a young man related to me through marriage, though not by blood (for we were -•- all related in one way or more.) "Look at Uncle Leaman," I said. "With his straight, stiff beard and his bushy eyebrows and that black suit he's another Brigham Young. All he needs is six or seven more inches in height and another twenty-three wives." The young man looked down at me, his face skeptical. "Every man has his own mission on earth. The Lord doesn't need two Brigham Youngs. He needs Uncle Leaman, and if he'd meant him to have more wives, He'd have given them to him." I blushed and stumbled over his feet." "Excuse me," I muttered. A moment later, I tried again. "Some of these dances go back so far that Jesus Himself wouldn't have known how to do them." He looked down his nose at me. It was a straight, strong nose and the lock of hair that fell over his forehead, loosed from its careful placement by the dancing,made him seem more human. In. "the seconds, be^ere"he spoke, I felt very attracted to "him. "The Lord knows how to do everything," he said coldly. When the dance was finished, he released my hand and did not ask me to dance again.