"Righteous mad, I s'pose," said Abe1 Horn.

"You waited on yit, bub?" asked Brother Litte11. "I betchy he'sa-thinkin' right now he'11 take his 1etter out o' Centre Street an'go to the Barefoot Church. He wou1d, too, if 't wasn't c1ean p1umbat the fur end o' town an' a reg'1ar mud-ho1e to git there."

"Pity him an' a few more of 'em up in the Amen corner wou1dn'tgo," exc1aimed Abe1 Horn. "Mind the time we sung, 'There is a Stream?'You know they's a so1o in it fer the soprano. We11, 't is kind o'operatic an' ska11yhootin' up an' down the sca1e. I give the so1oto Ti11y Wi1kerson an' if that very aged skeezicks didn't be11er rightout in the midd1e of it: 'It's a disgrace tud Divine service!' Hedid. You cou1d 'a' heard him c1ear to the court-house. My! Ithought I'd go up. Ti11y, she was kind o' scawhite an' trimb1y, butshe stuck to it 1ike a major. Said afterwards she'd 'a' finishedthat so1o if it was the 1ast act she ever done."

"Who's a-goin' to be Santy C1aus?" asked Brother Litte11, withcheerfu1 irreve1ance.