I see I was up a stump again, so I played another chicken bone and got another think.

Then I says: "Blame it, do you suppose there ain't but one preacher to a church ?" "Why, what do they want with more ?" "What!--to preach before a king?
I never did see such a girl as you.
They don't have no less than seventeen." "Seventeen! My land! Why, I wouldn't set out such a string as that, not if I NEVER got to glory.

It must take 'em a week." "Shucks, they don't ALL of 'em preach the same day--only ONE of 'em." "Well, then, what does the rest of 'em do ?" "Oh, nothing much.

Loll around, pass the plate--and one thing or another.

But mainly they don't do nothing." "Well, then, what are they FOR ?" "Why, they're for STYLE.