"Aun' Sheba," Ella said, as the old woman entered, "I rather like this ''bation' scheme of yours. I think of putting myself on ''bation.'"
"Oh, you go long, honey. Doan you make light ob serus tings."
"I'm doing nothing of the kind, Aun' Sheba. I've too much respect for you."
"Oh, well, honey, sich as you gits 'ligion jes as you did de measles. It's kin ob bawn an' baptize inter yez wen you doan know it. But I'se got to hab a po'ful conwiction ob sin fust, an' dats de trouble wid me. I says to myself, 'Aun' Sheba, you'se a wile sinner. Why doan you cry an' groan, an' hab a big conwiction? Den you feel mo' shuah;' but de conwiction won' come no how. Sted ob groanin' I gits sleepy."
"Well, I think I've got a conviction, Aun' Sheba, and I'm not a bit sleepy."
"I don't know what you dribin at. Bettah be keerful how you talk, honey."
"I think so too, Ella."
"Oh, Mara! you take such 'lugubrious' views, as I heard some one say.
There, Aun' Sheba! I'll sober down some day."