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Chapter III

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Well, I got a good going-over in the morning,

from old Miss Watson, on account of my ssssssssss

clothes; but the widow she didn't scold, but

only cleaned off the grease and clay and ssssssssss

looked so sorry that I thought I would be-

have a while if I could. Then Miss Watson ssssssssss

she took me in the closet and prayed, but ssssssssss

nothing come of it. She told me to pray ssssssssss

every day, and whatever I asked for I would

get it. But it warn't so. I tried it. Once

I got a fish-line, but no hooks. It warn't

any good to me without hooks. I tried for ssssssssss

the hooks three or four times, but somehow

I couldn't make it work. By-and-by, one ssssssssss

day, I asked Miss Watson to try for me, but

she said I was a fool. She never told me ssssssssss

why, and I couldn't make it out no way. ssssssssss

I set down, one time, back in the woods, and had a long think about it. I

says to myself, if a body can get anything they pray for, why don't Deacon

Winn get back the money he lost on pork? Why can't the widow get back

her silver snuff-box that was stole? Why can't Miss Watson fat up? No, says

I to myself, there ain't nothing in it. I went and told the widow about it,

and she said the thing a body could get by praying for it was "spiritual gifts."

This was too many for me, but she told me what she meant -- I must help

other people, and do everything I could for other people, and look out for them

all the time, and never think about myself. This was including Miss Watson,

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