But he comes to the shop over an' over again, 'cause I've seen him there, an' whenever he comes he manages to get talkin' with dad about religion.

He always begins it, too, 'cause dad never says nothin' about it unless the lawyer starts it first." "Well," said Tom, "seems to me that if he wants to know anythin' on that subject he could go to some of the preachers, that ought to know a good deal more about it than dad does." "Can't tell so much about that sort o' thing," said Billy.

"There's lots of men in this town that don't know much about some things that knows a good deal about some others.

You know when that dog we stole last summer got sick, there was nobody in town could do anythin' for him except that old lame nigger down in the holler." "Well, you're a sweet one, ain't you ?" said Tom.

"What's dogs got to do with religion, I'd like to know?
You ought to be ashamed o' yourself, even if you ain't never been to church." "Well," said Billy, "what I was meanin' is, some folks seem to know a good deal about things without bein' learned, that other folks will give their whole time to, an' don't know very much about.