Dunno, Mis' Beeler. I's jes' a ole fool colored pusson, been waitin' fer de great day what de 'Postle done promise. En hyah's de great day 'bout to dawn, an' de Lawd's Chosen 'bout to show Hisse'f in clouds o' glory 'fore de worl', an' lo 'n' behol'—
He leans closer and whispers.
de Lawd's Chosen One, he's done got a spell on 'im!
Mrs. Beeler.
Shocked and startled.
Uncle Abe!
Uncle Abe.
Pointing at the Pan and the Pilgrim.
Why do you keep that thah pictuh nail up thah fur?
Mrs. Beeler.