"Mebbe you don't twist that there Book! Gawd he wouldn't of created wine to be made if it would be wrong fur to look at it! You can't come over that, can you? Them Scripture you spoke, just mean not to drink to drunkenness, nor eat to gluttonness. But," he sternly added, "it ain't fur you to answer up to your pop! I ain't leavin' you dress plain—and that's all that's to say!"
"I got to do it, pop," Tillie's low voice answered, "I must obey to Christ."
"What you sayin' to me? That you got to do somepin I tole you you haven't the dare to do? Are you sayin' that to ME, Tillie? Heh?"
"I got to obey to Christ," she repeated, her face paling.
"You think! Well, we'll see about that oncet! You leave me see you obeyin' to any one before your pop, and you'll soon get learnt better! How do you bring it out that the Scripture says, 'Childern, obey your parents'?"
"'Obey your parents in the Lord,'" Tillie amended.
"Well, you'll be obeyin' to the Scripture AND your parent by joinin' the Evangelicals. D' you understand?"
"The Evangelicals don't hold to Scripture, pop. They enlist. And we don't read of Christ takin' any interest in war."
"Yes, but in the Old Dispensation them old kings did it, and certainly they was good men! They're in the Bible!"
"But we're livin' under the New Dispensation. And a many things is changed to what they were under the Old. Pop, I can't dress fashionable any more."