Pray for me! I reckoned if she knowed me she’d take a job that was more nearer her size. But I bet she done it, just the same⁠—she was just that kind. She had the grit to pray for Judus if she took the notion⁠—there warn’t no back-down to her, I judge. You may say what you want to, but in my opinion she had more sand in her than any girl I ever see; in my opinion she was just full of sand. It sounds like flattery, but it ain’t no flattery. And when it comes to beauty⁠—and goodness, too⁠—she lays over them all. I hain’t ever seen her since that time that I see her go out of that door; no, I hain’t ever seen her since, but I reckon I’ve thought of her a many and a many a million times, and of her saying she would pray for me; and if ever I’d a thought it would do any good for me to pray for her , blamed if I wouldn’t a done it or bust.

Well, Mary Jane she lit out the back way, I reckon; because nobody see her go. When I struck Susan and the harelip, I says:

“What’s the name of them people over on t’other side of the river that you all goes to see sometimes?”