I'm afeard you're making a idol of Gus Wehle.

Don't do it.

Ef you do, God'll take him.

Misses Pearsons made a idol of her baby, a kissin' it and huggin' it every minute, and I said, says I, Misses Pearsons, you hadn't better make a idol of a perishin' creature.

And sure enough, God tuck it.