Here he pulled off his collar, and the sisters stirred and looked about them.

A little later on, the preacher getting "warmer," pulled off his cuffs.

The brethren laughed with a sort of joyous jumping up and down all the while--one crying "Gib me Jesus," another "Oh I am gwine home," and so on.
One sister who had a white lady's baby in her arms got happy and flung it entirely across the room, it falling into Mrs.Piedmont's lap, while the frenzied woman who threw the child climbed over benches, rushed into the pulpit, and swung to the preacher's neck, crying--"Glory! Glory! Glory!" In the meanwhile Belton had dropped down under one of the benches and was watching the proceedings with an eye of terror.
The sermon over and quiet restored, a collection was taken and given to the pastor.

Mrs.Piedmont went forward to put some money on the table and took occasion to step to the pulpit and invite the pastor to dinner.

Knowing that this meant chicken, the pastor unhesitatingly accepted the invitation, and when church was over accompanied Mrs.
Piedmont and her family home.
The preacher caught hold of Belton's hand as they walked along.