It warn't any good to me without hooks.

I tried for the hooks three or four times, but somehow I couldn't make it work.

By and by, one day, I asked Miss Watson to try for me, but she said I was a fool.

She never told me why, and I couldn't make it out no way.
I set down one time back in the woods, and had a long think about it.

I says to myself, if a body can get anything they pray for, why don't Deacon Winn get back the money he lost on pork?
Why can't the widow get back her silver snuffbox that was stole?
Why can't Miss Watson fat up?
No, says I to my self, there ain't nothing in it.