“Yea-a-ah—but I’ll bet he ain’t sucker enough to freeze along with ’em.”
“Old Testament Tilton told us—”
“You ain’t takin’ his word for it, are you, Dirty?”
“He’s our preacher, ain’t he? Me and Scenery went to church.”
“How in hell did anybody ever git you two in church?”
Dirty’s eye wobbles a lot, but pretty soon she jerks back to attention.
“They ain’t got no bell,” he says kinda sad-like. “No bell on the church. Don’tcha know it’s a shame—no bell on the church. Fact of the matter is, it don’t look like no church. It’s a shame for a place to not even look like a church. I tell you I’m goin’ to do somethin’ for that church. I’m goin’ to fix her up so she’ll look and sound like a church.”
“What’ll you use for money?” I asks.
“I’ll sell my horseless carriage to the highest bidder.”
I laughs through my chatterin’ teeth.