"No, I mean the Friend you say Morton works for."
"Oh, yer means Jesus," said Jimmie.
"Yes, that's who I mean; she has heard of Him before, and maybe you can do her good. The poor girl has had lots of trouble and has lost heart in life. Tell her that—that Je—er—that yer Friend loves her and will fergive her all her past and—well, you can tell it better than I can."
"I'll do it, yer bet," said Jimmie, "'cause Jesus loves every one of us, don't he, Dave?"
"Most every one, but not all of us," said Dave.
Jimmie made a dive for his Testament and turned to John 3:16; the page was so dirty and soiled from handling that it could scarcely be seen.
"Der yer see that word marked wid red ink?" asked Jimmie.
"Yes, I see it."
"Well, what is she?"
"It's 'whosoever.'"