"It's the stone I look into when I pray that I may be shown what to do." Exactly as one child might show to another some worthless object he deemed choice, he showed the stone to her.
"I don't know what you mean.

How could a stone help you ?" "All I know is that when I've been lying for a long time, feeling that I'm a poor fellow and haven't got no sense anyway, and the tears come to my eyes and gush out, feeling I'm so poor and mean, then when I lie and look and look into this peepstone, I see things in it, pictures of things that is to be, and sometimes of things that are just happening alongside of me that I didn't know any other way.

I can't say how it may be; I only know when I see it that I am 'accounted worthy.'" "You couldn't see anything in the stone." "No more I couldn't.

The stone's nothing, an' I'm nothing, and that's why, when I do see the pictures, I know it must be either God or the devil that sends them; and it's not the devil, for I always work myself up to a mighty lot of praying first, and why should the pictures come after that if it was the devil ?" "What do you see ?" "I'll tell you one thing I have seen.

Mebbe you'll know what it means; mebbe you won't.