"Hulloo," he said, "are you getting any more sermons ready?"
Peggy stood up demurely.
"Please, sir, I don't have no sermons," she said.
"But you preached me one last time I saw you."
Peggy's cheeks became hot and red.
"Please, sir, I couldn't preach. I never has been taught nothin', but when I grows up, sir, I hopes to go and be a missionary."
"That's not surprising. I wonder you aren't off now."
"Don't you think me too small, please, sir?"
"You're not too small to preach at home. Now what good do you think you do by it? And what good do you imagine the missionaries do to the heathen abroad? They are much happier left alone."
"Please, sir, 'tis only to tell 'em about Jesus. They doesn't know He died for them—the missionary gent said so at the meeting."