FOLKS FROM DIXIE
"Co'se, Sistah Sneedon, ef you's pleased wif his sermon, I suppose you'll be in favoh o' callin' Broth' 'Lias Smith."
"Well, Sis' Williams, I do' know; you see Hezekier's got his hea't set on Broth' Abe Ma'tin fum Dokesville; he's mighty sot on him, an' when he's sot he's sot, an' you know how it is wif us women when de men folks says dis er dat."
Sister Williams saw that she had overshot her mark. "Oh, hit 's all right, Sis' Sneedon, hit 's all right. I jes' spoke of it a-wunnerin'. What we women folks wants to do is to ban' togethah to hol' up de han' of de pastah dat comes, whoms'ever he may be."
"Dat's hit, dat's hit," assented her companion; "an' you kin 'pend on me thah, fu' I 's a powahful han' to uphol de ministah whoms'ever he is."
"An' you right too, fu' dey's de shepuds of de flock. Well, I mus' be goin'—come ovah."
"I 's a-comin'—come ag'in yo'se'f, good-bye."
As soon as her visitor was gone, Sister Sneedon warmed over the greens and sat down to the enjoyment of them. She had just finished
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