And then I went to Ebin Garven'ses, and Miss Ebin Garven wouldn't
help any because she said "Joe Smedley had been right down lazy,
and she couldn't call him anything else."

"But," says I, "Joe is dead, and why should his children starve
because their pa wasn't over and above smart when he wuz alive?"
But she wouldn't give.

Wall, Miss Whymper said she didn't approve of the manner of
giving. Her face wuz all drawed down into a curious sort of a
long expression that she called religus and I called somethin'
that begins with "h-y-p-o" -- and I don't mean hypoey, either.

No, she couldn't give, she said, because she always made a
practise of not lettin' her right hand know what her left hand
give.

And I said, for I wuz kinder took aback, and didn't think, I said
to her, a glancin' at her hands which wuz crossed in front of her,
that I didn't see how she managed it, unless she give when her
right hand was asleep.

And she said she always gave secret.

And I said, "So I have always s'posed -- very secret."

I s'pose my tone was some sarcastic, for she says, "Don't the
Scripter command us to do so?"