The Sisters were in pure white dresses, with neck and shoulders covered with
snowy kerchiefs, their heads crowned with their white net caps, and a large
white pocket handkerchief hung over the left arm. Their feet were shod with
curious pointed-toed cloth shoes of ultramarine blue--a fashion long since
gone by.
Susanna had now become accustomed to the curious solemn march or dance in
which of course none but the Believers ever joined, and found in her present
exalted mood the songs and the exhortations strangely interesting and not
unprofitable.
Tabitha, the most aged of the group of Albion Sisters, confessed that she
missed the old times when visions were common, when the Spirit manifested
itself in extraordinary ways, and the gift of tongues descended. Sometimes, in
the Western Settlement where she was gathered in, the whole North Family would
march into the highway in the fresh morning hours, and while singing some
sacred hymn, would pass on to the Center Family, and together in solemn yet
glad procession they would mount the hillside to "Jehovah's Chosen Square,"
there to sing and dance before the Lord.
"I wish we could do something like that now!" sighed Hetty Arnold, a pretty
young creature who had moments of longing for the pomps and vanities.
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