"Yes, I has been listenin' to de wo'ds of my fellow-laborah in de vineya'd of de Lawd," replied the preacher with some dignity, for he saw vanishing the vision of his own glory in a revivified sermon on predestination.
Isaac linked his arm familiarly in his pastor's as they went out upon the street.
"Well, what you t'ink erbout pre-o'dination an' fo'-destination any how?"
"It sutny has been pussented to us in a powahful light dis eve'nin'."
"Well, suh, hit opened up my eyes. I do' know when I's hyeahed a sehmon dat done my soul mo' good."
"It was a upliftin' episode."
"Seem lak 'co'din' to de way de brothah 'lucidated de matter to-night dat evaht'ing done sot out an' cut an' dried fu' us. Well dat's gwine to he'p me lots."
"De gospel is allus a he'p."
"But not allus in dis way. You see I ain't a eddicated man lak you, Brothah Hayward."