A nice-mannered man he is, with a pretty face, an' some folks hold it to be a pity that we can't change our ideas about baptism and become Episcopals in our hearts, jest to oblige him.
The women have, mostly, bein' an accommodatin' sex in the main, with the exception of Mrs.Mallory, the blacksmith's mother, who declars she'd rather give up eternal damnation any day than immersion." "I ain't goin' so fur as that," rejoined old Adam, "an' mo'over, when it comes to the p'int, I've never found any uncommon comfort in either conviction in time of trouble.

I go to Mr.Mullen's church regular every Sunday, seein' the Baptist one is ten miles off an' the road heavy, but in my opinion he's a bit too zealous to turn over the notions of the prophets an' set up his own.

He's at the age when a man knows everything on earth an' generally knows it wrong." "You see pa had been settin' on the anxious bench for forty years," explained young Adam, "an' when Mr.Mullen came, he took it away from under him, so to speak, while he was still settin' on it." "'Twas my proper place," said old Adam resentfully, "when it comes to crops or the weather I am firm fixed enough in my belief, but in matters of religion I hold with the onsartain." "Only his powerful belief in the Devil an' all his works keeps him from bein' a heathen," observed young Adam in awe-stricken pride.

"Even Mr.
Mullen can't move him, he's so terrible set." "Well, he ain't my Redeemer, though doubtless he'd be cast down if he was to hear as I'd said so," chuckled the elder.

"The over earnest, like the women folk, are better not handled at all or handled techily.