human
Josiah, --she whispered,--
gpt
Ain't you going to let me dry them dishes for you?
human
Of course not.
gpt
What's wrong with Mr. McGowan?
human
Too much red pepper, I cal'late.
gpt
Don't be silly. You know what I mean. There is something awfully wrong. I can't help noticing it.
human
What makes you think that, Clemmie?
gpt
What I heard this afternoon.... And, you know, the most of 'em knew me, but none excepting Mrs. Beaver knew where I was staying, and she didn't tell. She come over and set down by me, different from what she used to be, quiet and real refined.
human
Eadie Beaver quiet, you say? Well, I cal'late the million is coming, sartin sure.
gpt
Millennium or no millennium, that's the truth. I was kind of 'feared at first that she wasn't real well.
human
She'd be a real cur'osity in this here new state of hers,
gpt
Well, I begun to hear things about him, --she pointed toward the closed door,--
human
--came in an awed tone,--
gpt
If I was you, Clemmie, I'd wait and judge his preaching for myself. You ain't heard him yet.
human
Josiah, there's going to be some sort of meeting next Sunday night after the regular service, and there is going to be something done to get Mr. McGowan out of his church. Of course, if he ain't orthodox, I'd hate to see the meeting interfered with, but----
gpt
Clemmie, I ain't up on this hairsay and orthodox stuff, and I ain't sartin I want to be. It all sounds like mighty dry picking to me. But I've been thinking, and I've decided that whatever them things are they ain't real religion. And I've decided that the Lord ain't been sitting in on them church meetings for quite a spell. I cal'late I'll be on hand next Sunday night with a special invitation for Him to cut the pack for this new deal.