"Faith 'u'd fetch it. Yes, sah, hit'll fetch hit."
"You got any?"
"Not 'nough ter fetch rain."
"Yo' fam'bly got any?"
"Not 'nough fer rain."
"Well den it look like faith es 'bout as scyarce an' hard ter git as rain. Has Macedony Church got any?"
"Plenty."
"Got 'nough fer rain?"
"Plenty."
"Well den you go down dyah to prayer-meeting ter-night; an' take yo' fambly, an' all de niggers in de settlement what' got faith,—don't get none but faith niggers,—an' see ef you git er rain. You git rain, an' I'll give up. I hyah you all been prayin' fer me ter come in chu'ch—cause de ole roof wants patchin' I reckon. Git de rain an' you gits me too. Go on, an' try hit. I ain't got no time ter waste. Fus' thing you know, rain'll be pourin' down, an' dat dah chu'ch'll be leakin' faster'n a sieve. You goin' ter git rain, Ben?"