Left alone with Daddy, Fanny ventured to say softly, "Daddy have you ever prayed about it?"
"About what, Fanny?"
"Why, about people's drinking and selling liquor and those things that you talk about?"
"Pray about it? why no. What should I pray about it fur? I never pray about nothing."
Fanny looked shocked. "Don't you know the Bible tells us to pray, Daddy?"
"Well, I spose it does," Daddy admitted, "but somehow I hev never said my prayers, since I was a little shaver; I reckon it don't do no good fur tu pray, no how. My religion is tu do the best I ken."
"But, Daddy, if God tells you to ask for what you want, and you don't do it, is that doing the best you can?"
"I ruther guess you've got the best of old Daddy, this ere time," said the old man, stroking the child's sunny locks. "'Tween you and me, Fanny, I don't know nothin' at all about the Bible. My father and mother died afore I was old enough fur tu read, and I was bound tu a man that didn't gin me a big edication, I never seen a Bible in his house,"
"Then you don't know about Jesus Christ?" said Fanny, quite pitifully
"Laws yes, I've heern ministers preach a leetle about him once in a while when I went to church fur tu go hum with Recta; but, somehow, I want much took up with him."