"We can't all have de same 'vantages," the preacher condescended. "But what I feels, I feels, an' what I unnerstan's, I unnerstan's. The Scripture tell us to get unnerstannin'."
"Well, dat's what I's been a-doin' to-night. I's been a-doubtin' an' a-doubtin', a-foolin' erroun' an' wonderin', but now I unnerstan'."
"'Splain yo'se'f, Brothah Middleton," said the preacher.
"Well, suh, I will to you. You knows Miss Sally Briggs? Huh, what say?"
The Reverend Hayward had given a half discernible start and an exclamation had fallen from his lips.
"What say?" repeated his companion.
"I knows de sistah ve'y well, she bein' a membah of my flock."
"Well, I been gwine in comp'ny wit dat ooman fu' de longes'. You ain't nevah tasted none o' huh cookin', has you?"
"I has 'sperienced de sistah's puffo'mances in dat line."
"She is the cookin'est ooman I evah seed in all my life, but howsomedever, I been gwine all dis time an' I ain' nevah said de wo'd. I nevah could git clean erway f'om huh widout somep'n' drawin' me back, an' I didn't know what hit was."