Sez I—“Nobody ort to understand it!” Sez I, “It is a shame and a disgrace, anyway!”
“Why,” sez he, “in my own country our men who take part in holy observances have to lead pure lives—to fast and pray continually. I cannot understand that one would be permitted to carry on an evil business six days during the week and touch the sacred things of your religion the seventh day.”
Agin I sez—“Nobody ort to understand it; it would be a shame to heathen countries!” sez I.
Sez he—“This very man who was the cause of all this wretchedness and crime and murder—he prays for the heathen, does he not?”
“I spoze so,” sez I.
“He carries round the vessel in which you gather the money to send to the heathen for charity and instruction?”
“Yes,” sez I; “but we call it the contribution plate.”
“Well,” sez he, “we refuse to accept his money; we refuse to take the money that man desecrates by touching.
“And,” sez he, “I will tell him so.”
And so I spoze he did—good, simple-minded creeter. He didn’t seem to have but two idees in his head—one to learn the will of God, and the other to do it.