TRIAL SERMONS ON BULL-SKIN
the last mouthful when her better half entered. He saw the empty plate and the green liquor. Evidently he was not pleased, for be it said that Brother Sneedon had himself a great tenderness for turnip greens.
"Wha'd you git dem greens?" he asked.
"Sistah Hannah Williams brung 'em ovah to me."
"Sistah Hannah— who?" ejaculated he.
"Sis' Williams, Sis' Williams, you know Hannah Williams."
"What! dat wolf in sheep's clothin' dat's a-gwine erroun' a-seekin' who she may devowah, an' you hyeah a-projickin' wif huh, eatin' de greens she gives you! How you know whut's in dem greens?"
"Oh, g'long, 'Kiah, you so funny! Sis' Williams ain't gwine conju' nobidy."
"You hyeah me, you hyeah me now. Keep on foolin' wif dat ooman, she'll have you crawlin' on yo' knees an' ba'kin, lak a dog. She kin do it, she kin do it, fu' she's long-haided, I tell you."
"Well, ef she wants to hu't me it's done, fu' I's eat de greens now."
"Yes," exclaimed Brother Sneedon, "you
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