"
"You ain't goin' to do no sich of a thing," said Margaret. "I didn't
come all the way over here to be humiliated. You'll go right in thar an'
set down by me. Folks have said you don't love me an' I don't intend
that you shall prove it to 'em."
Jasper grinned, took her arm, and led the way into the house. It was a
long sermon, with many excursions, devious hog-paths running criss-cross
through a wilderness. But it was ardent and hammering. Old Satan was
defied, dared to come forth and show himself to this assembly, true
soldiers of the cross. Children nodding and held upright by their
mothers, hands hanging limp, looked like rag dolls; and many a strong
man and devil-hating dame felt themselves slipping off into drowsiness.
Jasper snored. Margaret pinched him, determinedly awake in order to
inflict punishment; and when at last the welcome benediction fell upon
nodding heads and weary shoulders, there was a scramble for the doors
and a rush for the baskets. Jasper swore that he never was as hungry in
all his life, and upon his arm Margaret put a restraining hand.
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