TRIAL SERMONS ON BULL-SKIN
neighbours, with generous offerings of "a taste o' my ketchup" or "a sample o' my jelly." She did not stop with rewarding her own allies, but went farther, gift-bearing, even into the camp of the enemy himself.
It was on Friday morning that she called on Sister Sneedon. She found the door ajar and pushed it open, saying, "You see, Sis' Sneedon, I 's jes' walkin' right in."
"Oh, it's you, Sis' Williams; dat's right, come in. I was jes' settin' hyeah sawtin' my cyahpet rags, de mof do seem to pestah 'em so. Tek dis cheer" industriously dusting one with her apron. "How you be'n sence I seen you las'?"
"Oh, jes' sawt o' so."
"How 's Do' an' Ca'line?"
"Oh, Ca'line's peart enough, but Do's feelin' kind o' peekid."
"Don't you reckon she grow too fas'?"
"'Spec' dat's about hit; dat gal do sutny seem to run up lak a weed."
"It don't nevah do 'em no good to grow so fas', hit seem to tek away all deir strengf."
"Yes, 'm, it sholy do; gals ain't whut dey used to be in yo' an' my day, nohow."
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