When he began with his responses that morning, a loud slap, and a smothered yell disturbed the governor--but he only paused, and went on.
"What in hell," asked the hired man when they got outside, "did you hit me for with that blasted strap ?" "To show you how to behave," said Bob.

"When the governor is talking to the Lord, you keep your mouth shut." I tell this, because it shows how even our richest and most aristocratic family lived, and how we were supposed to defend religion against trespass.

I am told that in some countries the wickedest person is likely to be a praying one.

It seems, however, that in this country the church-members are expected to protect their monopoly of the ear of God.
Anyhow, Bob Wade felt that he was doing a fitting if not a very seemly thing in giving this physical rebuke to a man who was pretending to be more religious than he was.

The question is a little complex; but the circumstance shows that there could be no cards or dancing at the Wade's party.
Neither could there be any drinking.