His notion of Heaven may be a little mite hazy, although he'd probably lay consider'ble stress on the golden streets, but he's sot and definite about t'other place.
Yes, siree!" he added, reflectively, "Sol is sartin there's a mighty uncomf'table Tophet, and that folks who don't believe just as he does are bound there.

And he don't mean to go himself, if 'tendin' up to meetin' 'll keep him clear.
"It's kind of queer to me," he went on, slowly, "to see the number of folks that make up their minds to be good--or what they call good--because they're scared to be bad.

Doin' right because right IS right, and lettin' the Almighty credit 'em with that, because He's generally supposed to know it's right full well as they do--that ain't enough for their kind.

They have to keep hollerin' out loud how good they are so He'll hear and won't make any mistake in bookin' their own particular passage.

Sort of takin' out a religious insurance policy, you might say 'twas.