"Where do you set?"

     "Why, in our pew."

     "WHOSE pew?"

     "Why, OURN--your Uncle Harvey's."

     "His'n? What does HE want with a pew?"

     "Wants it to set in. What did you RECKON he wanted with it?"

     "Why, I thought he'd be in the pulpit."

     Rot him, I forgot he was a preacher. 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."