"Ain't de same one. Huntington saw de light an' swerve f'm de sin road to de straight an' narrow in de Fall Revival five yeahs back—de time Sis Ellers got drowned at de baptisin' an' stayed undeh till she blowed up at Vicksbu'g. Mah man went oveh as a uplifteh."
"'At's de boy. He swerved back at de sinful life. De on'y upliftin' he done wuz wid us boys' money an' coonyak."
The Wildcat was thoughtful for a moment.
"Whah at is he now?" he suddenly asked.
"I ain't seed him since he went away. Wore out mah black alpaca mournin' dress an' spilt icecream all oveh de otheh at a social. 'At's how come Ah's in calico."
"I ain't seed him neveh since—"
"Since when?"
"Since he sailed fo' N' O'leans on de iron boat."
"He done come back! Praise de Lawd!"
"Call de police, you means. Did he git back he's in de jail whah at he belongs—all I seed wuz him leavin'."