"Don't you think it is beneath the dignity of a pastor to black shoes?" old Jonas asked.
Randall chuckled. "That's the way some white folks'd feel about it," he answered; "but me—I'm black, an' I ain't got no business for to feel so—not me! St. Paul, or it may be St. Timothy, he says, somewhere, I dunner 'zackly where, 'What your han' finds to do, let your heart commend.'"
"Wa'n't it Shakespeare said that?" Mr. Sanders inquired.
"It mought 'a' been, suh," replied Randall. "All I know, it was some of them Bible folks. They say, 'Do what yo' han' finds to do, an' do it better'n some un else could 'a' done it.' That's why you see these shoes lookin' like they're spang new."
"'That's why you see these shoes lookin' like they're spang new'"
"Why, I should have thought that a man who is studying to be a bishop," said old Jonas, sharply, "would think himself above blacking anybody's shoes."