"We walk here," he went on, eying the minister with a sour regard, "in a meek an' humble spirit, in the straight an' narrow way which leadeth unto life.

We ain't gone traipsin' after strange gods, like some people that call themselves Methodists in other places.

We stick by the Discipline an' the ways of our fathers in Israel.

No new-fangled notions can go down here.

Your wife'd better take them flowers out of her bunnit afore next Sunday." Silence possessed the room for a few moments, the while Theron, pale-faced and with brows knit, studied the pattern of the ingrain carpet.