Mr.Dunbar is no a great preacher, but Ah doot he does his best.

And the bairns all like him." Then the congregation had a thrill.

In the back seat rose Harry Hobbs.
"I'm near forty years old," he cried, in a high nasal tone that indicated a state of extreme nervous tension, "and I never spoke in meetin' before.

I ain't had no use for churches and preachers, and I guess they hadn't no use for me.

You folks all know me.