It had been my doin's a puttin' Miss Bibbins in and I took it
right to home, she meant to have me, and I asked her if she
thought the Lord would condemn Miss Bibbins on the last day,
because she hadn't moved in the first circles of Jonesville?

And Miss Petingill tosted her head a little, but had to own up,
that she thought "He wouldn't."

"Wall, then," sez I, "do you s'pose the Lord has any objections
to her working for Him now?"

"Why no, I don't know as the Lord would object."

"Wall," sez I, "we call this work the Lord's work, and if He is
satisfied with Miss Bibbins, we ort to be."

But she kinder nestled round, and I see she wuzn't satisfied, but
I couldn't stop to argue, and I tackled her then and there about
the Smedleys. I asked her to give a pound, or pounds, as she felt
disposed.

But she answered me firmly that she could't give one cent to the
Smedleys, she wuz principled against it.

And I asked her, "Why?"

And she said, because the old lady wuz proud and wanted a home,
and she thought that pride wuz so wicked, that it ort to be put
down.