So just you keep out of that there poolroom or I'll
take you over to Doc Mitchell's and have every one of them there
crooked teeth of yourn straightened out."
"All right, Mr. Lolly, I'll do just as you say and go to church. It
ain't as hard as it sounds, that ain't. Because, honest, Hank, ain't
that there minister a fine guy? He's as good, I believe, as Billy. He
asked me to come on and be in his Sunday-school class and get in on
some fun. And he says to wait until he gets his barn fixed; that he'll
show us boys something. And I bet he will. Why, say, Hank, maybe he
kin do all sorts of circus stunts. You know he's from India and that's
where all the snake charmers and sword swallowers come from, ain't it?"
In this perfectly simple and artless fashion Cynthia's son went about
the creation of his own special Sunday-school class and when he got
through the result was startling. It was the largest and somebody said
the weirdest Sunday-school class ever seen in Green Valley. Indeed,
when Mr. James D. Austin, who was about the most respectable man in
town, saw it he grew quite distressed and suddenly very tired.
He had tried, since the age of ten when he had formally and publicly
joined the church on the very crest of a great religious wave, to do
his part towards making and keeping the Green Valley church on a high
spiritual plane.
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