A propos of nothing, Elder Higley says his companion was very colorful. He’d eat a meal, [26] then push away from the table with the profound
comment: “Mmmmmm, that was puppy-good grunt!” (Pronounce it—it’s about 4.7 on the spittoon scale.)
11-6 Elder Higley charmed baptism permission out of soeur Menais’ husband, and that qualifies as a minor miracle. M. Menais is an old clochard and a libre-penseur besides. Fortunately for his wife’s plans, he’s so far out he doesn’t really give a hang what, if any, religion she has. Gave a complete lesson today to a tracting contact. Fluency is improving rapidly.
11-7 A very good morning of tracting. Got enough call-backs to keep us busy tonight and tomorrow.
It’s still nip and tuck in the race to see if we can get Mme. Menais baptized or if the mechanical difficulties will postpone it again. We’re waiting right now for those traveling elders to show up with a car, so we can take her to Nantes.
They came. We went. She’s in. Tomorrow we’re [27] going to send a telegram to Paris: NEGOTIATING FOR TEMPLE SITE IN RENNES ANOTHER BAPTISM HIGLEY ANDERSON. Paris hasn’t received a really straight-faced baptismal announcement from the Breton Vatican for more than a year now. But I’ve performed two baptisms in my first eighteen days in the field—and none of it through my merits at all. Humbling, what?
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