Is it any wonder he wasn't converted ?" "I know all that," Helen began to say gently, but Mrs.Davis could not check the torrent of her despairing grief.
"He didn't have no chance; an' he didn't ask to be born, neither.

God put him here, an' look at the way He made him live; look at this house; see the floor, how the water runs down into that corner: it is all sagged an' leanin'-- the whole thing is rotten look at that one window, up against the wall; not a ray of sunshine ever struck it.

An' here's where God's made us live.

Six of us, now the baby's come.

Children was the only thing we was rich in, and we didn't have food enough to put in their mouths, or decent clothes to cover 'em.