You're one of the last koind yoursilf, Mike, for you never go nigh a church, except to whitewash the walls of it.

And you'll never git no benefit to your own sowl, from Phoebe's boardin' the minister, nather.

Take my word for that, Mike." Mike allowed himself a sort of froggy laugh.

"There's nobody gets no good out of that, but him," said he; "but you've got it crooked about their not goin' to church.

They did go reg'lar at fust, but the gig's at the wheelwright's gettin' new shaf's." "Gig, indeed!" ejaculated Molly.