That was when they was havin' the prohibition fight in Ioway, you know.

But when Doc begun lettin' out hints that he didn't think much of goin' to church, I was real sorry.
"I was sorry because I couldn't see my way clear to marry an outsider, bein' a good Methodist myself; but I didn't dream but that he was jist one of these lazy Christians that don't attend church lest they're dragged.

There is plenty sich.

I thought mebby I could bring him round all right once he was married; so I jist asked him right out if he would jine church.
"Well, you'd have thought I'd asked him to take poison! He didn't flare up like some would, but jist sat down and explained how he couldn't.

I guess he must have explained, off an' on, for three weeks before I got a good hang of his idea.