Lord kind o' whispers what He wants people to do in their own ears? Mebbe it was n't never intended fur Freddie to be a preacher: there's other ways o' doin' good besides a-talkin' from the pulpit."
"I'd be bound fur you, 'Liphalet: it's a shame, you a-goin' ag'in' me, after all I've done to make Freddie material fit for the Lord's use. Jest think what you'll have to answer fur, a-helpin' this unruly boy to shirk his dooty."
"I ain't a-goin' ag'in' you, Hester. You're my wife, an' I 'low at your jedgment's purty sound on most things. I ain't a-goin' ag'in' you at all, but— but— I was jest a-wonderin."
The old man brought out the last words slowly, meditatively. He was "jest a-won- derin'." His wife, though, never wondered.
"Mind you," she went on, "I say to you, Freddie, and to yore uncle 'Liphalet too, ef he upholds you, that it ain't me you're a-rebellin' against. It's yore dooty an' the will o' God that you're a-fightin'. It's easy enough to rebel against man; but do you know what you 're a-doin' when you set yourself up against the Almighty? Do you want to do that?"
