When a man's convarted, he _knows_.

Seemin' to me, you baint.

You don't show enough of the bright side.

Now, as I go along, my very toes keep ticking salvation.

Down goes one foot, 'Glory be!' Down goes the other, 'A-men!' Aw! I must dance for joy!" He got up and danced around the kitchen.
"I wish the man would go," Humility thought to herself.
His very next words answered her wish.