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"Do you go to church, too?"

"Yes -- regular."

"Where do you set?"

"Why, in our pew."

"Whose pew?" ssssssssss

"Why, ourn -- your Uncle Harvey's."

"His'n? What does he want with a pew?"

"Wants it to set in. What did you reckon he wanted with it?"

"Why, I thought he'd be in the pulpit."

Rot him, I forgot he was a preacher. I see I was up a stump again, so I

played another chicken bone and got another think. Then I says:

"Blame it, do you suppose there ain't but one preacher to a church?"

"Why, what do they want with more?"

"What! -- to preach before a king? I never see such a girl as you. They

don't have no less than seventeen." ssssssssss

"Seventeen! My land! 'Why, I wouldn't set out such a string as that,

not if I never got to glory. It must take 'em a week."

"Shucks, they don't all of 'em preach the same day -- only one of 'em."

"Well, then, what does the rest of 'em do?"

"Oh, nothing much. Loll around, pass the plate -- and one thing or another.

But mainly they don't do nothing." ssssssssss

"Well, then, what are they for 9"

"Why, they're for style. Don't you know nothing?"

"Well, I don't want to know no such foolishness as that. How is servants

treated in England? Do they treat 'em better 'n we treat our niggers?"

"No! A servant ain't nobody there. They treat them worse than dogs."

"Don't they give 'em holidays, the way we do, Christmas and New Year's

week, and Fourth of July?" ssssssssss

"Oh, just listen! A body could tell you hain't ever been to England,

by that. Why, Hare-1 -- why, Joanna, they never see a holiday from year's

end to year's end; never go to the circus, nor theatre, nor nigger shows, nor

nowheres." ssssssssss

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