The girls quickly unfastened the huge roll of bedding, and with the aid of the lad who was driving the team, they made a fairly comfortable bed on the boxes inside the wagon. "Now, grandma, you try to sleep a little; you have not slept a wink all night." "Who could sleep, dearie?" answered the plaintive voice of the old lady. The girls covered her feet with her shawl, and then both of them crowded into the spring seat with the driver. "Say, Dian, whose ring are you wearing? It looks like Charlie's," said the quick voice of Ellen. "Whose ring but my own, silly? Should I be wearing other people's rings?" Ellen was abashed with the little rebuff. She was too proud to ask for confidence not willingly shared, yet she was sure the ring belonged to her friend Charlie; she hastily turned the talk into safe, impersonal channels. "Don't you wonder where we are going, Dian?" "My brother Appleton says we are to stop in Provo for awhile, until we know what the army is going to do." "And where do you think we will go after that?" "No one seems to know. I guess President Young knows; he knows everything. But he is too wise to tell anybody what he thinks, till the time comes for action." "I have heard Aunt Clara speak as if we were bound for a place in Mexico, called Sonora." "Well, I am sure I don't care where we go. We have had to pick up and leave our beloved homes again, driven by those who hate us for our religion. Aunt Clara says that not all of these men in Washington are so cruel; Col. Haines told her that Captain Van Arden was our true friend. And there are doubtless others." "Did he say that of Captain Van Arden?" asked Ellie, her eyes aflame with some pleasant recollection of the gallant captain's visit. "Indeed he did. And he, together with Colonel Haines has persuaded President Buchanan to send some peace commissioners out here to try and fix up this awful blunder made by Buchanan himself. I wonder how it is that men are so easily prejudiced against our people?" Ellen was not given to general reflections; to her, life was an extremely personal affair. So she began a running chatter about the news they had received of John Stevens. "Did you know that John is now one of the chief officers in the Utah militia?"