TRIAL SERMONS ON BULL-SKIN
"Well, I reely don't think you'll fin' none much latah. De fros' had done teched dese, but I kin' o' kivered 'em up wif leaves ontwell dey growed up wuf cuttin'."
"Well, I knows I sholy shell relish dem." Mrs. Sneedon beamed as she emptied the dish and insisted upon washing it for her visitor to take home with her. "Fu'," she said, by way of humour, "I 's a mighty po' han' to retu'n nice dishes when I gits 'em in my cu'boa'd once."
Sister Williams rose to go. "Well, you 'll be out to chu'ch Sunday to hyeah Broth' 'Lias Smith; he's a powahful man, sho."
"Dey do tell me so. I'll be thah. You kin 'pend on me to be out whenevah thah's to be any good preachin'."
"Well, we kin have dat kin' o' preachin' all de time ef we gits Broth' 'Lias Smith."
"Yes, 'm."
"Dey ain't no 'sputin' he'll be a movin' powah at Bull-Skin."
"Yes, 'm."
"We sistahs 'll have to ban' togethah an' try to do whut is bes' fu' de chu'ch."
"Yes, 'm."
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