"
"Sister's gone an' had a change o' heart!" declared Mrs. Slogan,
ignoring his joke. "Nothin' else could a-made 'er come back an' give
us these things. I heerd they had a big revival over thar. Oh, Lordy,
I do feel so relieved!"
"Well, I reckon we mought as well go in an' pay 'er our respects an'
git started," grumbled Peter. "I'm not a-goin' to tote 'er meals
about, I'll tell you that. Slavery day is over."
"No, we'll jest let 'er alone," Mrs. Slogan beamed; "she'll know we
mean all right by the supper, an' I reckon she'll move up 'er cheer in
the mornin'; ef she don't, I'll blow the field-horn."
Peter lighted another pipe. "I wonder," said he, "how long it'll be
'fore you an' her 'll be clawin' agin. Religion ur no religion, crazy
ur no crazy, women is jest the same."
Chapter XXII
When Westerfelt went to bed that night after his talk with Mrs. Bradley
about the conversion of Mrs. Dawson, it was with a certain lightness of
heart and buoyancy of spirits that he had not experienced for a long
time. He did not know exactly how his new feeling would show itself in
regard to Harriet, but he believed he might, in time, cease to look
upon her love for Wambush as such an unpardonable offence.
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