"What words, miss?"
"Why, what you told me just now, Benny,—how the Lord would provide."
"Oh, ay," said Benny, reflectively, "though I wur as near as nothin' to starvin' the day I fust seed you."
"Were you? Then perhaps the Lord sent me to help you."
"Oh, no doubt on that score," said Benny, stoutly; "I's sartin about that matter."
"Do you go to Sunday-school, Benny?"
Benny shook his head.
"Nor to church or chapel?"
"Not since that night me an' Nelly went, that I told you 'bout."
"How is that?"