Primmie sat down upon the chair she had been dusting.
“Hey?” she exclaimed. “My Lord of Isrul! Is that bug thing there six thousand year old?”
“Yes.”
“My savin' soul! WHAT kind of a bug did you say 'twas?”
“Why, I don't know that I did say. It is a representation of an Egyptian beetle, Ateuchus Sacer, you know. The ancient Egyptians worshiped the beetle and so they—”
“Wait! Wait a minute, Mr. Bangs. WHAT did you say they done to it?”
“I said they worshiped it, made a god of it, you understand.”
“A god! Out of a—a pertater bug! Go long, Mr. Bangs! You're foolin', ain't you?”
“Dear me, no! It's quite true, Primmie, really. The ancient Egyptians had many gods, some like human beings, some in the forms of animals. The goddess Hathor, for example, was the goddess of the dead and is always represented in the shape of a cow.”
“Eh! A cow! Do you mean to sit there and tell me them folks—er—er—went to church meetin' and—and flopped down and said their prayers to a COW?”