Wall, Miss Huff, Miss Cephas Huff, wouldn't give anything because
one of the little Smedleys had lied to her. She wouldn't
encourage lyin'.

And I told her I didn't believe she would be half so apt to reform
him on an empty stomach, as after he wuz fed up. But she wouldn't
yield.

Wall, Miss Daggett said she would give, and give abundant, only
she didn't consider it a worthy object.

But it wuzn't nothin' only a excuse, for the object has never been
found yet that she thought wuz a worthy one. Why, she wouldn't
give a cent towards painting the Methodist steeple, and if that
haint a high and worthy object, I don't know what is. Why, our
steeple is over seventy feet from the ground. But she wouldn't
help us a mite -- not a single cent.

Take such folks as them and the object never suits 'em. They
won't come right out and tell the truth that they are too stingy
and mean to give away a cent, but they will always put the excuse
onto the object -- the object don't suit 'em.

Why, I do believe it is the livin' truth that if the angel Gabriel
wuz the object, if he wuz in need and we wuz gittin' up a pound
party for him -- she would find fault with Gabriel, and wouldn't
give him a ounce of provisions.

Yes, I believe it -- I believe they would tost their heads and