of argyment into yore head. That's his way o' capturin' a soul.—Walk on ahead, Frederick, an' don't be list'nin'. I'll 'rend to yore case later on."
"It's funny to me, Miss Hester, how it is that Christians know so much more about the devil's ways than they do about the Lord's. They 're allus a-sayin', 'the Lord moves in a mysterious way,' but they kin allus put their finger on the devil."
"'Liphalet Hodges, that's a slur!"
"I ain't a-meanin' it as no slur, Miss Hester; but most Christians do seem to have a powerful fondness for the devil. I notice that they're allus admirin' his work an' praisin' up his sharpness, an' they'd be monstrous disappointed ef he did n't git as many souls as they expect."
"Well, after all the years that I've been a-workin' in the church an' a-tryin' to let my light so shine before the world, I didn't think that you 'd be the one to throw out hints about my Christianity. But we all have our burdens to bear, an' I 'm a-goin' to bear mine the best I kin, an' do my dooty, whatever comes of it." And Miss Hester gave another sigh of injured rectitude.
"I see, Miss Hester, that you 're jest
